-"Now let me say I'm the biggest hater, I hate the way you walk, I hate the way you talk, I hate the way that you dress."-

Annoyed I made my way down the stairs into my recording room. Bysael was already waiting for me. It was Sunday and we wanted to record a challenge for his freshly started YouTube channel. Honestly, I was not in the mood for it, especially because he had invited his older brother, who happened to be a rapper - I had never heard about him in my entire life. Bysael and I lived in the same house along with a few more friend who were all also YouTubers and streamers.

"When is he gonna show up?" I asked, after I had entered the room and had realised that he wasn't there yet.

"He's late, got stuck in traffic." Bysael responded, not looking up from his phone. Great! The dude couldn't even be on time.

About 30 minutes later, my doorbell rang. Immediately, Bysael jumped up from his chair and let his brother in. Thank god, he had only planned on filming for his own channel. In the second that I heard his voice for the first time, I knew that I couldn't stand him. It just gave me the ick immediately. Annoyed, I waved at him when he followed Bysael into the room.

"Be nice, he's new to this." Bysael whispered, plopping down next to me on his chair.

I nodded unwillingly in agreement. It didn't sit right with me to be nice to this person. I didn't want to look at him - purposly did things on my phone - but when Bysael forced me to do a challenge with Benito, I was forced to. No doubt, he was attractive but definitely not my type and I don't know why but I had a bad feeling about him from the start. Maybe it was his brutal honesty or the fact that whenever I jokingly roasted him - as Bysael had told me to -, he was able to counter easily.

From that moment on, he was part of pretty much all of the challenges Bysael wanted to do with me. He even became part of our gaming sessions sometimes and participated in our charity streams. The only person out of our house he didn't get along with was me but I couldn't have cared less since I didn't like him anyways. I rather showed him directly that I hated him than talk bad about him behind his back. One time he had even asked me what problem I had with him and I had told him that he was annoying me. He had insulted me back and that had been it. Pretty much anytime we saw each other, it went like that and the guys quickly got annoyed by it. Our fights killed the mood most of the times which is why I made the decision that I wouldn't come to the recording room anymore when he was there.

After two years, we only had our fights when the others had already left the room but then we were loud, sometimes it was so bad that the neighbours had called the police on us once - they had thought we were going to kill one another. At some point I had even asked him what kind of problem he had with me to which he had responded with:"You're arrogant, you're a bitch and you think that the world revolves around you when in reality you're irrelevant."

Honestly, that had hurt me a little. Yes, I could be a bitch if I wanted to but most of the times I wasn't. Actually, I was a rather nice person, was doubting myself too much and didn't think the world revolved around me but he somehow brought out these exact traits in me and I couldn't do anything against it. No matter how hard I tried to be nice to him, maybe even give him a chance, as soon as he opened his mouth to say something, I wanted to go for his throat.

Another big problem was that my parents and my siblings had immediately started liking him, and they were constantly telling me that he would be a great boyfriend for me. Just the thought of that made me gag. Benito and I? Never in a billion years! Like I said, he was hot but that was it. It was his character that made me dislike him and he was somewhat too hot as well. You know, too hot to be true. Everywhere we went, when he was hanging out with us, he was drawing attention. On top of that, he was just as stubborn as I was and that would've been our downfall for the both of us. He could be incredibly nice - I knew that since I saw him interact with the rest of my housemates -, even to me but only ever was, when he needed something from me.

The fact that our fanbases both thought we'd make a great couple, was getting on my nerves as well. There was not a single picture, in which you could see the two of us, where people didn't ask when we would finally start dating. I asked myself why it had to be me. There were two other girls in the house with us, yet nobody shipped him with them. The comments were always the same:"You're so short and he's so tall, perfect!", "Love that she pulled such a snack!" or "Finally someone that can handle her!" It made my blood boil every single time and my housemates weren't necessarily helping with it either - they were the ones that had started it in the first place. Tim - one of the Call of Duty streamers in our house - had posted a group picture one day, in which they had put me right next to Benito and just like he was, he had copied my facial expression just to annoy me. Tim had captioned the post with "Love is in the air" and immediately everyone thought we were secretly hooking up. If they had known how we spoke to one another sometimes.