(Mild story, juicy bits towards the end)
His name was Daniel. His nickname for me was Slut. We never got along. From the moment we met, we spent almost all our time together bickering. Id go so far as to venture our fellow classmates and friends called us “frenemies”. We had a couple classes together and despite our hatred for one another, somehow the universe decided to arrange for us to sit together. It was as if it was our purpose in life to annoy each other. We would get up to all kinds of mischief, like throwing clay into the standing fan during ceramics class to watch what happens or painting on each other instead of our canvases during art class, always squabbling, always arguing. The times we got along were few and far between, usually whilst being forced by our lecturers to critique each other’s artworks or share ideas on how to make our works better.