'I Hate You' | jk ff

Chapter 1

#1- You hated me first.

"Shit!" I curse, stopping in my tracks when I feel a sharp pain at the back of my neck, eyes snapping open in my daydream. I turn on the spot staring down at the object which had hit me, whilst rubbing irritably at the spot on the back of my neck.

It's a book.

The book is thick with pages, looking as if it was crafted clumsily and with large bold letters is the title, reading,

'99 Reasons why I hate you.'

I can only guess who had given - wrong, thrown- me this gift, and my eyes trail from the handmade book to the scuffed trainers just ahead of it, before trailing upwards to a brown haired boy, with a shit-eating grin which he seemed to wear permanently. And when our eyes meet, his smile grows which only seems to piss me off more.

See, if this book was thrown by anyone else, I would have passed it off as an accident, but with him being the natural dickhead he was, nothing could be passed off as a mistake.

Everything from his pretty face to his perfect aim was so fucking annoying.

"Fuck you Jungkook!" I shout across the hallway, both teachers and students turning to see the chaos that we seemed to carry everywhere we went.

"Welcome!" He shouts back and I swallow the temptation to throw the book back at him, cursing my bad aim. And anyways, almost all the time I had given in, showing some sort of reaction to his piss-takes.

Something about him was so infuriating that all reasonable thoughts seemed to leave me when we were together.

When I was with him. Jeon Jungkook.

He was the most popular boy in her year, sociable and clever, but none of that mattered if he was an absolute dickhead to me. He took a something like sadistic hobby into pissing me off whenever possible and we had both seemed to be blessed with the rather special skill of making an argument out of nothing.

We had always taken a natural dislike to each other ever since we were kids in elementary and he had accidently spilt paint all over me, to which, out of pettiness, I had done the same. And since then, nothing really had changed.

We were sixteen year old's fighting as if we were toddlers. Neither of us had really grown out of the bickering stage from elementary, and it had passed on through middle school and into high school. Toddlers were good at it too, persistent enough to continue until they got what they wanted and we were the same.

I never really had that big of a problem when it came to our fights though, neither of us took it too far and something about them made my dull school days just a bit brighter.

I reach down to grab the book, with only slight intentions to throw it back when Misun besides me gives a warning look, knowing me too well.

You see, last year wasn't the best for me, I'd had one too many failed tests and complaints in class. Teachers called us disruptive, but with Jungkook's angel-like face and smart ass brain, usually the blame had all been pinned onto me. Jisung told me it was easy, simple even, to calm down but even thinking about it now made my grip around the book tighten.

"Didn't you say something about not getting into fights with him? I don't know, something about self control?" Misun asks innocently, but I can see a smirk underneath it.

"I have self control."

Yeah right.

Of course I had self control, otherwise Jungkook would be six feet under years ago.

"Yeah you're doing real great there, Yena." She says, eyeing my hand which grips the book tightly.

"Fuck it." I drop the book, giving Jungkook one last glare before turning my back towards him. I was going to be the more mature person this time.

I have self control, right?

But all it takes is a scoff and shit faced smile from Jungkook before I practically whip round, grabbing the book, more heavier than I thought it would be, and throwing it in his direction, praying it actually hits him instead of embarrassing myself.

I guess I don't have self control.

Jungkook seems to be caught off guard as the book collides into his face, his smirk turning into a scowl which brings me a sense of peace, satisfied with myself as I turn round to face Misun's not so disappointed face. Not that she had any expectations for me. Nearly everyone had given up on us.

And before either of us can start arguing, Misun has grabbed me by the hand, dragging me to class.

"I just want to punch his stupid ass in the face-" I protest, trying my hardest to pull away from Misun, resisting until she tugs at me harder.

"I'm stopping you from getting a detention on your first day back." She says, turning to meet my eyes, but I'm too distracted with Jungkook's stupid ass grin to pay attention. "Just think positive."

So I do.

Dandelions, sunshine, rainbows, daisies... unicorns?

But it was never as simple as 'think positive.' Somehow, he managed to seep under those positive thoughts, angering me even more than he should have.

The class is half full by the time we get there, and I take my seat at the front where I had managed to be almost every year, with no one other than Jungkook sitting behind me. I didn't know if it was merely to piss me off but my teacher, Mr Jung, seemed more willing to seat us together than to move us away from each other.

Something light hits the back of me, and I turn to see Jungkook who had thrown a paper ball at me. I could swear he wasn't there when I entered, it was nearly impossible for him to get there before me.

"What- how did you- you know what, never mind." I say to myself before turning back round, trying my utmost best to ignore him but it's hard when nearly a dozen more paper balls hit my back, and Jungkook seems nowhere near stopping.

And each time I tell myself not to react, muttering the words under my breath because I cannot deal with this on a Monday morning without wanting to end myself right there, even if it meant peeling my own skin off.

It doesn't take long before I slowly turn round to his smiling face. "I will literally fucking strangle you." I speak, just about making my voice level, just the sight of his face making me want to get violent. I hated the way his eyes gleamed when he got a reaction out of me, but I was never able to stop myself.

"I wouldn't mind if you choke me." He flirts, a sly smile making its way onto his face, and I hardly smile at the joke, instead disgust makes its way onto my face as I grab a pen, ready to fling it before a girl walks into the class, talking to herself.

"A new year, new start, new friends, maybe Jungkook and Yena have stopped fighting?" She laughs, as if it was actually funny, "Who am I kidding? That's too ambitious."

That girl is Jihyo.

Jihyo was class president, nice, friendly and approachable. But with the two of them, she would get angry, enough to send us both running off in the opposite direction. All the years of petty fights had driven her crazy to the point of insanity.

She sighs happily, taking her seat before she spots the two of us, both frozen and waiting for her reaction, me, with a pen pulled back as if it was a slingshot, in the direction of Jungkook who wore a large smile on his face, seemingly happy to have a pen catapulted in his face if it meant having some attention of my sort.

Almost instantly she stands up, face twitching slightly as she puts her hands up in defeat.

"How- what- no- I can't do this."

And just like that, she walks straight out of the classroom.