Her

Prologue

I hate her. Every little thing about her sends me into absolute rage. The way her hair falls down just past her shoulders, the way her eyes reflect the sun , the way her lips are always a perfect pink. Everything, everything, everything! Chloe Brown was too perfect, everything about her seemed flawless. She's friends with everyone too, well except for me. Chloe is my sworn enemy. Whenever she walks down the hall my heart beats faster, I just wish I could slap her.

Funny enough, Chloe and I used to be friends, best friends. We'd do everything together. I'd spend hours every day just talking and laughing with her.

 After 4 years of friendship I finally confessed I had a crush on her. The way her face crinkled up at that will always haunt me. "You like me?" She had said. "Girls don't like girls, Olivia. That's just unnatural." I cried myself to sleep that night, and the night after that. It seems I did a lot of crying that week. My best friend, my crush, was homophobic. I used to think she was perfect in every way, but now I can see it. Her flaws. She tried to talk to me after that, but I ignored her. I scowled at her smiles in the hallway, moved away whenever she sat too close.

 I had fallen for the one person who would never love me, who thought loving me was disgusting and unnatural. From that day on I swore Chloe as my enemy, I would never talk to her again. And I would most certainly not fall for her. Ever.