I hated a girl who was apparently my “childhood friend” according to my dad because I glued around her when I was just a kid

But the BIGGEST plot twist that I could’ve not seen coming was that she apparently liked me even if I hated seeing her in our house ( she lives just around me and kept going in my home )

Like if you were to ask me how much I hated her, I think I hated her in a level where I just immediately want out my home and just avoided her

If I’m being honest I did blame her for something I did
( This is how I found how she did liked me, I was pretending to be “friends” with her, even forcing myself to do so and when we did have a fun & got ourselves wet by playing around my bathroom and she ended up cleaning herself, even letting me borrow her bra, AND the thing is I don’t even wear bra, I didn’t liked how tight bra’s were, back then )