I'm In Love With the Boy I Hate

I'm In Love With the Boy I Hate - chapter 3

I sat quietly on the chair, holding the ice pack to my leg. I didn't want to go to class yet so I pretended like my leg was still hurting. Once the ice started melting I grabbed some solid chunks and started eating them. It felt so good to eat something cold. This whole morning I've been exhausted like crazy. For fifteen minutes I just sat there, staring at the stupid educational posters.

    I thought maybe the nurse would excuse me from class but was wronged when she walked out her door and said, "Oh! You’re still here. Karen, I suggest you get to class now. I’m sure the pain will soon be forgotten.”

    It seemed like she wanted to get rid of me so I nodded, not saying anything back, and got up. Miraculously my leg didn’t hurt one bit. I walked towards my second period class slowly. I hadn’t even noticed when the bell had rang, but it did.

    For second period I have gym so when I walked into the gym I asked the coach, “Can I sit out? I was in the nurse’s office for a while. She told me I can’t exhaust my legs for a couple more hours.”

    Coach Stafford eyed me up and down then said, “Fine.”

    I nodded and walked over to the bleachers. That was weird.

    Coach Stafford isn’t really old. I knew him a few years back when he was still in high school, but soon he graduated. I guess he decided to become a girl’s coach. Stafford is good looking, I can’t deny that. He has gorgeous blue green eyes and blonde hair. Of course he’s got a sexy body, being a coach and all. Stafford is like five years older than me, but I don’t care, he’s so damn hot!

    I sat down and stared admiringly at coach. I wonder if he can kiss good? I bet he can.

    All the girls were jogging around the gym when I noticed someone walking in the gym. To my left I saw the thing come. Not him again! I’ve had enough of him for today. Adrian was walking towards me. What the fuck? I thought I was imagining things so I just turned my attention to the jogging girls, trying to avoid the walking idiot. From my peripheral vision I saw him sit don’t beside me, not too close but not too far.

    I thought he would say something like ‘hey bitch,’ but he ended up saying, “Is your leg okay?” He sounded like he actually cared, but not like Omg! Are you okay!? kind of cared.

    I turned my gaze to him. Adrian was facing forward, like I was just a second ago, not looking at me. “Yea. Thanks to your ass I almost broke my fucking leg.”

    Adrian smirked and turned his head to face me. “I already I was sorry. Plus you’re the one who kicked me first, then you chunked that pen at me. What was I supposed to do? Let you kill me?” Adrian wasn’t mad, as if he was cool with me hurting him. He sounded calm, with a bit of anger.

    Wow, if someone attacked me twice in one day I would slap them across the face, but he wouldn’t do that to me, would he? “Well, people can dream,” I muttered.

    Adrian chuckled lightly and said, “You’re such a hater.”

    “Only to you, asshole.”

    Adrian was gazing at things behind me but when I said that he stared into my eyes. He looked kind of serious but the amusement was still visible on his face. I don’t know why but somehow I couldn’t look away, like his brown eyes had taken over me.

    Adrian didn’t say anything for a second then he asked, “Why do you hate me so much?”

    That shocked me. Honestly, I didn’t know. I don’t know if it’s just my conscious telling me I should hate him or me being stubborn. Hell if I know. All I know is that Adrian is someone I dislike a lot. I didn’t answer him, not wanting to sound stupid, I just kept staring back at him.