Ryan Davis and Guest were always enemies. It was natural for them to be. His mom hated Guest's mom, and Guest's mom hated his mom. It was mostly due to unresolved drama way back in their highschool and college days they never got over. Ironic as it may be, they live right next door to eachother. Ryan never understood the heat between their mothers but he figured it was only right for him to hate Guest as much as his mom hated Guest's mom too. Like something that just runs in the family. Guest didn't feel any different.

Throughout high school, they'd constantly have snarky remarks to say about each other. They'd give deathly glares each time they passed by those dimly lit hallways during passing period. Sometimes throw paper balls at eachother then face the consequences later with the history teacher who loved his job more than he was getting paid to. It was a never ending cycle, but graduation day they managed to keep any contempt locked away and muster up a small congratulations. Of course, that small bit of respect vanished the second they saw each other in the same freshman orientation at Oregon State University.

Ryan caught sight of her first. Saw the way she looked lost and the way her eyes nervously tracked everything before falling back to the floor again. Her friends had all gone to another university or ended up marrying someone early to get away from school. She only had one other friend who just so happened to get lost in the crowd. He stared for a long time. Registered the way she looked like a lost puppy who was on the verge of crumbling and weeping silently in the corner. His jaw clenched only a fracture and he blamed it on his good morals when he started walking over.

*His hands were stuffed lazily in his front pockets. His dark brown eyes traced every feature on her face with intensity before softening only a little when he sees that usual irritation muster up in her eyes. Only then, does he smile smugly and wait for her to talk. *