The Girl I Was Supposed To Hate

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At Crescent High, reputations spread faster than rumors. Some students were known for their talent. Others for their popularity. A few for their troublemaking. But Ayla Moon and Zayn Carter were known for their rivalry. It had started three years ago, on the first day of freshman year, when both of them had reached for the same seat in English class. Neither had moved. Neither had backed down. And ever since then, they had been locked in an endless competition of grades, opinions, and pride. Ayla preferred quiet mornings, clean notebooks, and sitting near the window where sunlight poured in gently. She liked order. Control. Predictability. Chaos made her nervous. Zayn, however, thrived in noise. He walked through the halls with confident strides, laughing loudly, teasing friends, always pushing boundaries. He loved challenges and hated losing even more. They were opposites in every way. Which explained why they constantly clashed. “Moon, you’re using the wrong formula,” Zayn said lazily, leaning over her shoulder during chemistry lab. Ayla tightened her grip on her pencil. “No, I’m not. You’re just rushing like always.” “Rushing gets results.” “Not correct ones.” Their lab table shook as Zayn set down the beaker harder than necessary. “Want to bet?” Ayla met his stare, eyes flashing. “Always.” Their classmates quietly placed bets on who would win. Most of the time, it was a tie. Their teacher, Mr. Hale, often sighed. “You two could accomplish incredible things if you’d stop trying to defeat each other.” Neither of them listened. But despite their constant fighting, something strange had begun to shift. Ayla noticed the little things. How Zayn always stood up for kids being picked on. How he stayed late after practice to tutor his teammates. How his smile faded whenever someone mentioned his family. And Zayn noticed things too. How Ayla always brought extra pens for classmates. How she stayed behind to clean the board. How she stared at the night sky during breaks, as if searching for something. These moments confused them. So they ignored them. Until Liam arrived. Liam was kind, charming, and effortlessly friendly. Within days, he was sitting beside Ayla, studying with her, laughing with her. And Zayn hated it. Not because Liam was annoying. But because every time Ayla smiled at him, something sharp twisted in Zayn’s chest. “You jealous?” his best friend Marcus teased one afternoon. “Of him?” Zayn scoffed. “Please.” But that night, sleep refused to come. Restless, Zayn found himself walking toward the abandoned observatory behind the school. The air felt charged, alive, as if the stars were whispering. Then he saw her. Ayla stood alone beneath the glowing sky, silver light dusting her hair. She looked peaceful, vulnerable. For once, she wasn’t guarded. “What are you doing here?” Zayn asked softly. She turned, startled. “I could ask you the same.” The wind stirred. The stars shimmered brighter. And somewhere deep beneath the earth, ancient magic awakened. Neither of them knew it yet. But from that moment on, nothing would ever be the same.
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