I'm In Love With the Boy I Hate

I stared at his back in disbelief. I felt like an idiot, this morning I was staring in awe at HIS stupid Lamborghini. I’ll never forget my stupidity. Not only is that thing a nerd, dickhead, asshole, fucktard, son of a bitch, bastard and the list goes on and on, but he’s rich too. This just made me hate him even more. I can’t stand rich people. Thinking they can do all the shit in the world and expect the poor people to worship them. They expect us Mexicans to do all the hard work for them while they get all the money. Fuckers.

    This dickhead is going to end up turning me into a serial killer if he doesn’t shut the fuck up. I looked around the hallway and spotted a nice ball point pen. You know, those pens that are heavy and hard. I walked towards it and grabbed it off of the floor. I turned to see Adrian still walking, back to me. I focused my eyes on the back of his head and after I was sure I had a good aim I chunked the stranger’s pen towards him. I watched intently while the pen flew across the air and hit him straight on his head, exactly where I was aiming.

    It landed with a small thud and fell to the floor. “Yes!”

    Right when the pen had hit him he stopped on his tracks and just stood there, back to me. Damn bastard. If only he could cry, it would make my week. “Hey. Asshole! You crying? Want mommy?” I teased him, wanting him to turn around and see his crying miserable face.

    Slowly he turned around and I could see his face. He stood a few meters away from me. Adrian’s face was cold and furious. He was glaring at me, probably wanting to hurt me, but the law won’t allow it. Haha, bastard, I got the advantage here.

    I stared back at him, smirking.

    Suddenly he ran towards me, no not ran, he sprinted. A split second passed an I was sprinting away. It felt nice running so fast through the hallways. I turned around to see a pissed Adrian running towards me. Crap, he was fast, that bastard.

    All of a sudden I got this bad torturous pain on my leg. I fell to the ground, shutting my eyes so I could ignore the pain. Fuck! I bit my lip but it was useless, the pain in my leg overpowered over all other pains. I sat on the ground, clutching my leg. It’s all that asshole’s fault, then I remembered. Snapping my eyes open I saw Adrian standing a foot away from me, smirking.

    He stared down at me in amusement.

    “You fucking bastard! You did this to me! Ah!” I yelped in pain when the feeling on my leg dramatically increased.

    “You want mommy? Are you crying?” He was messing with me, mimicking what I had said earlier. What an ass.

    “Fuck you.” I barely breathed out. I shut my eyes again, not wanting to see his gay face anymore.

    He chuckled and I could hear him getting closer. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands grasp me. One placed my arm over his shoulder and the other grabbed me by my waist, standing me up. On a different occasion I would’ve told him to fuck off and punch him if he ever touched me again, but right now I was too focused on my aching leg. I tried walking but failed miserably, and ended up limping with one leg.

    I finally opened my eyes and saw that it was Adrian who helped me up. No shit! I stared at his serious face, his brown eyes looking forward blankly.

    The pain in my leg was getting worse with every step I took. I clutched Adrian’s right shoulder harder as if my life depended on that hold.

    Adrian didn’t even wince, bastard was just trying to act tough. I decided to have fun, I squeezed his shoulder as hard as I could.

    Adrian’s head turned and he stared at me, straight in the eyes. Something about his blank expression told me to stop so I loosened my arm muscles.