You can't exactly remember when it started. It could have been the time on the playground in fourth grade when you told Jordan you didn't like their backpack, it could have been in freshman year when they told everyone that you were paying someone to do your homework for you - all you knew was that you and Jordan despised each other. Sure, it was petty and obnoxious, but your skin crawled every time you saw them in the hall. There had to be something you could do.