There's a thin line between love and hate

Chapter 3

Toni's POV

I was sitting on the bench in the locker room, examining the bruises on my face. Nothing serious, I got in a fight, they look much worse.

And the face I loathe the most enters the room.
She paralyzed once she saw me, blank expression.

"What? Never seen a ghost?"
And finally an evil smile from her.
"Oh now you're smiling bitch?!"
Once again I'm in her face, my fists ready.
"Looks like someone lost a fight."
She touched my bruised cheek lightly while smiling like a freak.
I winced in pain.
"That didn't hurt."
"It did." I argued.
"Here." She started digging in her beige purse. Finally she found some sort of cream.
"Apply this in thin layer. Only on the bruises."
"Why would you carry this sort of cream?!"
"You never know, that's why my face is flawless, and yours look pretty sad."

I was very embarrassed now. I waited for her to notice herself.
"Oh boy." She laughed again.
My palms and fingers were bloody and purple as well.
"Help?" I looked up at her.
"Alright."

We sat down and she started nursing me and it didn't feel bad like I thought it would. I was sucked into the other dimension by her scent and her fixed gaze, fixed on my bruises.

Finally she got to my lips.
"Ooh. This will take long to heal."
"Maybe kiss it?"
"You know I hate you too much for that." She looked at me soullessly.
"I don't know I'm just saying. I mean if you want to be heartless you do you."
"That was such a bad attempt of manipulation."

So she's really not into me. I mean I don't care I'm just used to having whoever I want.

"You know they look much worse than me. Trust me." I felt stupid about looking so colorful.
"You promise?" I don't know why was she suddenly fucking with me in this way, she is in a good mood today.
"Promise."

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I know I'm a creep but I always pay attention on the way she is when with her friends. They seem to accept and like her. I never really heard any of their conversations but what I see from distance is a bunch of serious faces but you can see they love each other. Maybe they talk about some serious shit. In fact that's probably what they're doing right now, they're all leaned back on the wall, chatting. I'm drinking my beer, not listening to the shit my friends talk about.

Suddenly she looks at me. It was very short, maybe not even 2 seconds, it was a fast wink with a small smirk, followed with popping a chewing gum and then she looked away, at her blonde friend again. She knows damn well I saw that, and she knows I was staring at her like a freak this whole time.

How could I not? She's a person that I could look at non stop, and I often think about her naked, in my room, on my bed, rubbing her pussy in front of me- alright stop. She caught me staring again and she stared back. I showed her a sign with my eyes to follow me and I stood up.

This can be interesting.

Once we were in the closet, she turned around to me and sat on the counter, slowly parting her legs.
"Why are you staring at me? Everything okay?"
"I stared at you for quite a few years, you never noticed, but you are now?"
"Antoinette what is it?"
"Answer me."
"You are hard not to notice, when someone stares at you every single day you start to notice it whether you want it or not."
"You winked at me."
"So?"
"So why did you do it?"
"Why did you stare at me?"
"I asked you first."
"I don't care."
"Cheryl."
"Antoinette."

I know I'm gonna regret this so bad but I can't take it anymore.

I came closer to her till our breasts were touching. I waited for a reaction. She stayed silent.

"I hate you Cheryl."
"Sure looks like it." She parted her legs a little more which allowed me to come even closer.

"You started to care about me."
"Me? You sure?"
"You nursed me this morning."
"I already forgot about that."
"I'm gonna need some of that nursing now."
"I think you're gonna have to get it yourself."

I closed the distance between us and it felt so fucking unreal. I could already feel her lipstick all over my own lips and I loved it. I didn't care about the red color all over me. I loved it so much. Her lips tasted like strawberries.

I pulled away to look at her. I needed to look at those eyes so badly right now. I saw lust and everything was tingling.

"Alright that's enough for today." She pushed me away with her knees and smiled lustfully.
"That's it?"
"Try hating me harder Antoinette."

And she left with her little fucking purse.
Cheryl fucking Blossom.