She hated him.
He agitated her.
He always seemed so bleak, and indignant, and he made her writhe about whenever he breathed down her neck.

She loved him. He always made her benevolent whenever he glanced at her.
He lavished her with gifts, from a rock shaped like a heart or a stuffed penguin he won for her.
He was earnest with telling her random facts about whatever came up. (Which she loved although it did annoy her just a bit from time to time.)

His monotonous tone and incorruptible personality made her rue the day she ever said "Hello" to him. He had to be right about everything he said, he was extremely obstinate about everything he said.

He would share things with her, but only the dregs of it.

A stuffed bear he found at a tag sale with the 5 cent sticker still on it.

One or two extremely small bites of whatever disgusting thing he was eating- if she forgot money for lunch that day.
He would sully her reputation by loudly whispering his allurements to her in class, no matter what she would do to stop it.

He was never too nonchalant -He was always rapturous around her- and to make her feel better he would make only slightly mean quips about him.

He always ambled around without a bit of sobriety in him. That really made her bristle. She always asked him to stop, because he would bring on the onslaught of death if he wasn't careful.
He always elongated her pain when she wanted to be lavished with love.

He would never devise ways to maneuver around the law.
He was yearning to touch her, to kiss. But lately she was always in tears because of him.
He was emphatic in showing her he loved her.

He never once helped her wipe away the tears.
Once he did, but he just handed her a napkin he had used to wipe away his dog's snot.

He didn't stop her from jumping.