How I Fell For a Self-Centered Jerk [COMPLETED]

Chapter One

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HOW I FELL FOR A SELF-CENTERED JERK

Chapter One

            Hate is a weird thing. It's bad to hate, I know; so, in the words of Tom from the Plain White T's, "Hate is a strong word, but I really, really, really don't like you!" The person I hate really, really, really don't like? Easy, it's Charlie.

It's a funny thing, love is. I find that love is crazy and irrational. How can you love someone so much, when you know for a fact that they're bad for you? When I just said that, a name popped in your mind, didn't it? Well, the name that came to mind for me? It's Charlie, only I didn't know that all this would result of one stupid mistake.

Yes, the very same Charlie that I hate is also the guy I've secretly loved since I was nine. Well, the kiddie crush had worn off now. Or so I thought.

How did I meet Charlie? That's a very long story. Well, I might as well get it off my chest now.

Charlie was my neighbor. He was the boy who pulled my hair constantly, the boy who taught me how to ride a bicycle, the boy who stole my first kiss, the boy who pushed me down, broke all my jump ropes and ruined everything. Most of all, he was my best friend.

I hated him, but yet I loved him at the same time. We grew up together. We practically lived at each other's houses. We were best hate friends. How did it all go wrong?

It was when we were in Jr. High when it all went south. He started dating Bianca, the blonde cheerleader. Yes, the STEROTYPICAL bitchy blonde cheerleader. She was the IT girl. The girl everyone envied. She had perfect hair, the perfect boyfriend, everything. She was also the girl everyone hated. She made sure that Charlie and I couldn't hang out, only I don't think she realized exactly what she was doing, she didn't seem to be keeping us apart on purpose. When I finally got the chance to talk to him, it ended with him saying, "You're a friendless loser, I only hung out with you because I felt bad for you, and I regret every minute of it."

Well, just like wounds, my heart healed over time. We never spoke again. Sometimes, when I'm sitting in my room, I'll look out my window and catch his eye in his room, but that's about it.

You see, our houses are two yards apart, with a large oak tree in the middle. There's a large branch that connects my window to his. We used to use it to sneak into each other's houses.

What are we like now?

Easy, Charlie is the super-hot player at our school. Did I mention he's the quarterback of our football team, the bearcats? Well he is. He's still dating that whore of a cheerleader, Bianca.

What about me, you ask? Well I'm the over-achieving nerd. I'm in advanced classes, and all the nerdy extra-curricular activities-Quiz Bowl, Student Council, SADD (Students Against Destructive Decisions), Math Team, French Club, Debate Team, you name it.

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"Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name!" I said, quoting my favorite Shakespeare. I read the next few lines, repeatedly, losing my place because I can't concentrate. I stood up, slamming my book shut and opening my window.

"HEY ASSHOLE!" I screamed over Charlie's music, "TURN IT DOWN!"

"What did you say, Pencil Neck?" he asks, opening his window.

"Turn down your god-awful music!" I yelled.

"Sure thing, sweetie, but you have to flash me first," he crossed his arms.

"Hell no, jerk."

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" he yelled, turning up his music. Ugh! Fine, two can play that game.

"Alright, sexy," I say, sexily. I start lifting up my shirt. I get to the underwire of my bra, and stop.

"What? NO! Don't stop!" he whined.

"I don't know. I don't trust you. How do I know you're going to turn off your music?" I ask. He smiles, grabs his iPod, hand walks across the tree branch to me.

"Here," he smiles, handing it to me.

"Thanks!" I say, and shut my window, locking it in the process. His face is one of awe. Stupid retard, he thought I would actually do it. I pulled my blind down and got back to studying.