There's a thin line between love and hate

Chapter 4

Cheryl's POV

This whole day is one big pain in the ass. I can't make it to my dermatologist today and I didn't study for the test and I didn't fix my car and I didn't do shit.

I parked my car and rushed to school, not running, I don't ever wanna sweat, that's disgusting.

And then here comes more trouble. Toni. I haven't seen her since she kissed me, tho she did drunk-booty call me on Saturday. The real question is how did she get my number.

"Cheryl!" Oh boy.
"Not today Antoinette, I'm frustrated as fuck."
She looked a bit hurt but covered it quickly.
"Just sit next to me, I need a good grade."
Now I got angry because I thought she was gonna ask me why do I look so nervous or am I okay but she only cares about this test. Alright. Keep it calm.

"Antoinette I don't want to hear you say a word. Not a grunt even. I need to concentrate fully. Kay?"
"I won't bother you." She smiled at me.
She doesn't seem uncomfortable considering what happened the other day. Maybe she doesn't think it's that important.

The test started. I couldn't be happier because I knew all of the questions. Like every single one of it just from paying attention in class. Except one exercise, the one we learnt when Toni sat besides me. I smiled to myself.

"What's funny?! Start writing Cheryl!" Toni whisper yelled.
"I thought we had an agreement."
"Right. Sorry."
She can be submissive when she needs shit.

I was around the end of the exam when I felt Toni's pinky lifting my skirt and her peeking under it.
"Antoinette?!"
"I'm bored."
"Fucking stop. You're making me uncomfortable."
She stopped lifting my skirt but she kept her palm on my thigh. Thank God we were in the back row.

She laid her head on the desk and traced her thumb across my thighs, she looked like she was gonna fall asleep.

Removing her palm forcefully would draw too much unwanted attention, people are already weirded out by us being able to stand next to each other, not to mention other things.

So I decided not to disturb her nap. And I really did not because I copied my results on her paper, it was so hard to write like her, it's the most untidy handwriting I've ever seen.

Great. Both exams-done. And I even have 10 minutes left till the end of the class. Out of habit, I crossed my legs, but then her palm slid even deeper under my skirt.

"Antoinette, move your fucking hand, now."
I pinched her arm.
"No..." She breathed out sleepily.
"Today is not the day Antoinette, I'm already in a bad mood."
"That does not concern me." She touched my underwear.

She started going on my nerves, and not in a good way. I wanted to teach her a fucking lesson on how to act towards me. She is shameless.

Yes it might feel nice but if I said no once-

"Antoinette! Again?!"
"You're boring. I'm sorry for disturbing you..."
She pulled her hand out of my skirt and held my own hand instead.

God I just wanna leave this fucking classroom.

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"Bitch!"
I sighed. Are we back at that point again?
"Why are you calling me a bitch Antoinette?"
"You didn't wake me up during maths, you screwed me up again, I'll get an F."
"I did it for you, and next time when you say you're going to copy don't fall asleep with your hand in my skirt, selfish idiot."
"Oh...thanks. Why are you so rude to me today?"
"Because this day is fucking disgusting and you're being disgusting too."
"Watch your mouth."
"You watch your mouth Antoinette, and your hands. You can't do those things to me. I wish we could go back to hating each other from distance."

Now she looked mad.

"You have some major anger issues. Go see a therapist alright? And consider us enemies again."

She's so dramatic. Enemies? Therapist? Anger issues? We have a really bad start.