Title: Highschool Enemies
About: Updike and Whitty hate each other, even the school knows that. Until they start to actually get to know each other, they start seeing each other in different lights (Highschool AU)
Requested: L0v3ly_saints
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Whitty's POV
It's no secret that me and Updike hate each other. It's so obvious, even the school knows and the teachers.
And the worst thing about school is that 3 out of my 4 classes, I have Updike? How much bad luck can I have?
I walk to school and hear 2 familiar voices behind me. "Hey Whitty! Wait up!" Hex yelled from a far.
"Good morning Whitty." Carol smiled as she walked quickly behind Hex.
"Hey guys." I slowed down so they could catch up to me.
We all talked about random things while walking to school. We finally made it, and we split up to go to our lockers.
Another horrible thing is that my locker is 1 locker away from Updike's. So I have more chances of seeing him.
I opened my locker and shoved my binders in. "Man you are so unorganized." I heard a voice behind me. I was already pissed, since I already knew who was behind me.
"Okay neat freak." I muttered. He wasn't wrong, but it didn't mean he had to insult me.
Updike went over to his locker and of course, his locker was tidy and neat. He put away his binders away gently and got the things he needed.
Being around him made me pissed. I couldn't focus and slammed my lockers closed. "Do you have to be so violent in the mornings. You honestly tick me off everytime I see you." Updike sighed.
"Same to you. You always have to comment on everything I do. Maybe try shutting your mouth for once." I snapped back.
"Boys! I don't need you 2 fighting in the early morning. Go to the office." A teacher from the room near us yelled at us.
We both groaned and walked ourselves to the office. "It's your fault." I said.
"Says the one causing a racket by slamming his locker and violently shoving his things into his locker." Updike rolled his eyes.
We made it to the office and once we entered the principal's office, the principal sighed. He was not surprised we were both here, he was just purely disappointed.
"You boys always get in arguments and causing a racket." The principal took a deep breathe in.
"Sir, we had a tiny argument and a teacher near by decided to send us to you for such a tiny thing. We promise it won't happen again." Updike said.
"You both said that a million times, yet both of you end up here." The principal was tired of our excuses. He suddenly smiled. "After school you have help the drama kids set up the winter dance. Maybe that will help you guys become great friends."
Me and Updike look at each other in disgust. "You got to be kidding me." I said.
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"I don't understand why you guys hate each other." Carol chuckled as she ate her lunch.
We were in the cafeteria, and I told Hex and Carol about what happened in the morning.
"Why is it you hate each other for Whitty?" Hex asked.
"Well- Uhh. To be honest, I don't know... He just gets on my nerve all the time. I forgot why we even fought..." I tried my best to think of the first time I ever met him.
"You should talk to him more, so you hate each other less." Hex suggested.
"I'm sorry Hex, but trying to be friends with Updike is not an option." I denied.
It was afterschool, and we were told to meet at the gymnasium. I went in there and see Updike talking to the drama kids.
We started to set up the gym. Since I was the tallest in the room, I had to do most of the hanging up the decorations.
I tried my best to not talk to Updike, or even interact with him.
I was carrying a basket of garbage. I was walking by Updike who was on a ladder trying to hang up the banner by himself.
I don't know why, but from my mouth I said, "Do you need some help?" I asked. I felt dumb for saying that and mentally slapped myself for that.
"Are you looking down at me?" Updike glared at me.
"What-? I just asked you a simple question dumbass." I yelled at him.
"Well my answer is no. I am perfectly capable of doing this myself." He said.
He tried to hang the banner, as I see the ladder wobbling a bit. All of a sudden, it tipped over, making Updike fall backwards towards me.
Institution took over. I dropped the basket I was holding and immediately catched Updike in my arms, bridal style.
Me and him look at each other as I turned a bit pink and so did he. "T-Thank you..." Updike looked away from me.
"No problem..." I said awkwardly.
"You can drop me you know." He glared at me. I shrugged and dropped him without hesitantion and he landed on his back.
"Oops." I said. I noticed that everyone was looking at us and I tried to go through the day like nothing happened.
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"Really!" Carol said in shock. I told them the whole story while we ate lunch.
"Yeah, but that didn't mean anything!" I said.
"It does! It means you care for him. Why would you drop whatever your holding just to catch him?" Carol smirked.
"..." I didn't say anything. I don't know why? It was just happened?
"Do you like him?" Hex asked randomly.
I blushed. "Hell no. Not in a million years." I said.
Carol starts laughing. "That explains why you catched him! You like him!" Carol teased me.
"Whatever. I don't like him." I rolled my eyes.
Again we had to prepare for the dance. It was awkward between me and Updike. Instead of exchanging glares at each other like usual, we just try to not make eye contact with each other.
Randomly, Updike came up to me while I was carrying the tables. "Hey Whitty." He said annoyed at me. I didn't even do anything.
"What?" I asked.
"Could you help me putting up this banner." I could tell Updike did not want to ask me for help.
I smirked. "Oh, what happened to 'i can do this myself' guy."
"Shut up. I learnt my lesson yesterday okay." He gritted his teeth
"Yeah I'll help you." I said as I stopped whatever I was doing.
Updike's POV
I hated the fact I had to ask Whitty for help. It was humiliating.
As Whitty hung up the banner, I started to notice more of his features. He was tall and a bit muscular. I felt my face heat up and I look away taking deep breathes.
"You okay?" Whitty asked.
"I'm fine." I looked back at him and cleared my throat. "Thanks for helping me."
"No problem." He said as he walked away.
It was 5pm and we were done for the day. The worst thing is that I had to walk in the same route as Whitty to go home. Me and him were just walking near each other. I had an annoyed look on my face.
"What's with you?" Whitty asked me.
"What?" I asked.
"You seem annoyed by my presence." Whitty chuckled. "Why do we even fight?"
My mind went blank. I don't know why we even hated each other in the first place. I just hated his guts.
"If I had to be honest, I can't really remember why we even fought." I chuckled.
Whitty chuckled as well making me feel butterflies in my stomach. I haven't really spoke with him so causally before. It's weird seeing him like this.
"So? Are we cool now?" Whitty asked randomly.
"I guess, but this doesn't stop the fact I still wanna punch you in the face." I said.
"Me too." Whitty chuckled.
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Word Count: 1350
A/n: Hope you liked that! If you want a part 2, you can ask. Anyways Merry Christmas!!!