He had been liking her for as long as he could remember. Not that she ever seemed to notice, of course. She always seemed to ignore anything to do with the green skinned male. Truly, she still held a grudge against him for taking away something she had worked for her entire life. Usually, if she ever had to come in contact with him, she would treat him worse then dirt.
But that didn't stop him from finding her presence to be a relief from reality. He would find himself staring at her from across the room, his crimson orbs opened a little wider then usual. No, she never looked back at him. Yet that never stopped him from gazing at her with a blush sprinkled across his cheeks.
After some time, a big headed boy began to notice his enemy's obvious fondness to the girl that was so intent on pretending he did not exist. At first, he found the whole situation very amusing, and began taunting the alien relentlessly about his crush, which usually ended with the human having a pain in a place that hurt him the most. But he was always looking for ways to torment the alien boy, so he continued for a few more weeks. He gave up, though, when he nearly got his crotch vaporized.
And still, the purple eyed girl refused to even glance at the poor green boy. It frustrated him, which only made him continue his pursuit. He had tried elaborate weapon designs. She didn't even bat an eye. He tried creating detestable monsters to destroy the town for her. She just yawned. He even tried bringing her the moon, which he promised for his robot servant. All she did was turn her head the other way.
Desperation began to kick in. And when the frustration was mixed with his desperateness, things got crazy.
Really crazy.
He started tripping her so he could get close to her and lift her up. For some reason, he figured that she'd never figure out that it was him sticking his foot out and making her fall. However, she caught on quickly as to why she was suddenly falling over, and responded by kneeing him in the gut with as much force as possible. Maybe his plan didn't work, but at least he got to touch her pale skin for a few moments, and look at her sharp orbs.
Next, he started partnering up with her for projects. It didn't matter if the teacher got to choose the couples for the assignment, he always made sure he and the fair skinned girl were working together. That wouldn't have bothered her too much, if he didn't get so close to her. It didn't even matter what they were supposed to be doing in the first place. No matter what, she always found that within a couple of seconds his face was inches from hers, his breath tickling her neck. To ignore his advance was hard, but manageable. At one point, she got so tired of his closeness that she pushed his face away with her hand.
But she didn't think that he would have such fast reflexes.
Because quite suddenly, he had her hand in his firm grip, his eyes narrowing with annoyance at her actions to push him away. His eyes shot up to her face, staring at her with an icy stare. The purple orbed girl found herself holding her breath, shocked at his behavior. No, she hadn't expected this.
Without a word, he used her hand to cup his cheek, which was blushing slightly in embarrassment. He brought his face far to close to hers, their lips almost brushing together. Her face lite up at his incredulous movements, as the alien brought his gloved hand away from hers to trace her jawline. For whatever reason, she did not remove her hand from his cheek.
Finally, he broke the silence between them, whispering to her in a husky voice.
"Why do you have to tempt me so?"
With that, he removed his hands and turned his back to her, focusing the assignment.
A shiver ran down her body. She hadn't been... Enjoying that, had she? To say that would to be saying she liked the stubborn alien, who had just been toying with her like she was nothing. And to say she liked feeling his slim fingers touch her... Well, that was revolting.
The next few days, he eased up on her a bit. He no longer tried frivolously to get her attention, no longer tried to walk home with her. No longer looked over at her longingly.
He had been liking her for as long as she could remember. Not that she cared, or anything. She never felt flattered when he stared at her. Never experienced butterflies in her stomach when he did eccentric things to impress her. Nor did she turn her head to hide her burning cheeks whenever he tripped her, but quickly coming to her rescue, his eyes overflowing with ecstatic emotions.
That was crazy.