Hate Is Another Word For Love

Untitled Part 3

The pic is Braxton and I think he's so hot

I'm tired.

I'm sick and tired of fighting him.

He managed to get a girlfriend, which is a shock because I destroy any relationship before it starts.

He's throwing paper at me.

People are surprised I'm not fighting him.

I put my head on my desk.

My chemistry teacher even sounds confused.

After a few minutes, he gives up.

I don't pick my head up.

Lunch is next.

I wish someone would defend me from this dick. Ethan doesn't even bother anymore, because he almost got himself killed last time.

The second the bell rings, I'm out of the class. I pull one of his paper wads out from my hood and toss it in the trash.

I sit down where Ethan is already sitting. Bri's bag is next to us, but she's waiting across the lunchroom.

Everyone takes their seats and the room fills with sound.

And then yelling.

"You're such a dick!" Bri yells. Everyone looks over there, Ethan and I included.

She's yelling at Braxton.

"What'd I do this time?" he asks.

"You know damn well what you did. I don't even hate to say it."

He sighs. "So?"

"So? You're an asshole. I fucking hate you. I'm going to make sure Mom and Dad ruin your fucking life."

"Bri." Braxton sighs. "I already feel bad about it."

"No you don't! You are physically incapable of feeling bad for doing something to someone, especially Erin!"

Me? Why are they fighting about me?

I look at Ethan.

He told her about the notebook.

I'm not mad. I didn't tell him not to tell.

"That's not-"

"Yes it is true." She snaps. "Stop being so mean to everyone."

She walks back to our table and sits down.

****

School honestly took forever to release us from its grips of doom.

I went home and worked on the songs.

At four thirty, Mom knocks on my door.

"We are going for dinner at the Shields house tonight so your father and I can meet Brianna. Tey have a pool and we are having a barbeque. Dress for the occasion, okay?" she kisses my forehead and walks out.

She walks out. I groan loudly.

Sighing, I get up and jump in the shower. I get out and just as I set the towel around my waist, Ava walks into the bathroom.

"Can I borrow a bathing suit?" my little sister asks. She's thirteen and in eighth grade.

"Sure." I walk into my room with her. She already shut the door. I grab my light coral bikini with the pushup top, a white loose t-shirt light blue short shorts, white flip flops, and sunglasses.

"Pick whatever." I say, dropping my towel. I dress, and then blow dry my hair.

I do not want to go swimming with Braxton.