There's a thin line between love and hate

Chapter 1

Toni's POV

"Fucking bitch..." I whispered while eyeing Cheryl. I just can't think about her without becoming so frustrated. You can never see her doing normal stuff. Her eating? Nope. Walking home? Nope. Smiling? No. Only thing she does is suck on that damn lolly pop and drink that damn water, barely touching the opening with her fucking lips. She always sits so straight, like she's ready to be taken pictures of. And none of the teachers comment on her slutty style and choice of clothing. And I just fucking know that every guy in this damn PE hall wants to fuck the soul out of her.

But there she is staring into nothing, with her legs crossed, sitting on the bench, still in her slutty clothes. With the damn water bottle.

Fuck it.

"Antoinette. You again?" She acknowledged me but hasn't looked at me not once.
"I'm thirsty."
"Here." She raised her arm, holding the water bottle, still not fucking looking at me.

I took a sip, eyeing her carefully, she looked even more fuckable, this tension lasts for way too long.

What surprised me is that she took a sip right after I gave her the water bottle back. I was surprised because I thought she was gonna toss it in the trash, I thought she won't even think about drinking from it after me.

She finally turned, and faced me.
"Why are you still here? Another favor?"

And she has to say something like this, as always.

"You fucking weird poker faced bitch." I laughed ironically, taking a chance to mess her hair with my hand and hurriedly walking away from her.

Cheryl's POV

Why did she just touch me? Is our hatred becoming physical now? I hate her so fucking much.

There's not a bitch on earth that intimidates me as much as this fucking bitch does, her eyes on me feel so heavy. It's not that I think badly of her in a way other girls hate each other. They would say the other one is ugly, smells, a bitch etc. I respect Antoinette. Well respect is a very powerful word. I know that she is not an idiot. I know she is very smart and doesn't give a fuck about anything, maybe that's why she's not intimidated by me. And I know she's always checking me out when I pass by her.

Whatever. I'm gonna go get my stuff and leave earlier.

As I was passing by the exit door, where she sat, not so girly, I took a chance and did the same thing she did to me. Tho it didn't make much difference to her presence, her hair is not nearly as beautiful as mine.

As I got in the locker room, I felt someone harshly pulling me by my arm and slamming me into the wall. For a second I made an expression but I smelled who it was, so I quickly did my poker face. Another slam was her hand next to my face.

"Why did you do that to my fucking hair?!" Looking at her being so angry, because of me, it was satisfying, it meant that I was winning.

"It really didn't make much difference, don't worry."
"Answer me you freak."
"Since when did out mental war become so physical? I preferred us hating each other from distance much more."
"It's a surprise I haven't killed you yet."
She got close to my face, but I remained calm. Hopefully she won't hear my heart beating.

"You'll never scare me, fucking blowjob height dwarf bitch." I spat out looking down at her, surprised by my own choice of words.

I could see she was on edge of hitting me. And no that would not be good for my flawless face, but I can't show fear.

I looked at her eyes deeply now, and zoned out, which resulted in me looking at her lips, nose, cheeks, eyelashes, everything I could possibly see without moving my head.

Saved by the bell, other girls entered the locker room.

"Next time, I'll smash your fucking face." She whispered.