No i will be in my room crying. The queen passed?!🙁
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Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot at the body shop Doing something unholy He's sat back while she's dropping it, she be popping it, yeah She put it down slowly
unholy sam smith
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Rodrick detached himself from Bianca before whispering to her about something, sending a glance your way.
He dragged his chair towards your desk before swinging it around and straddled the chair, the back rest becoming an arm rest.
You didn't look at him, instead you ripped a piece of paper from your note book which you as bind by plastic rings making it easy to tear off.
You clicked your pen before writing the heading "10 things I hate about you." And underlined it
Rodrick silently watched as you numbered your page 1-10 before already writing down some points which made him feel bitter.
He clicked his tongue before shifting his seat so he to could write his list.
You had written down a few points but didn't want to admit that you were struggling with the others.
10 things I hate about you
1) I hate how cocky you are 2) I hate how massive your ego is 3) I hate your hair 4) I hate your f̶a̶c̶e̶ p̶e̶r̶s̶o̶n̶a̶l̶i̶t̶y̶
You let out a groan before letting your head fall down onto your arm.
"Having struggles over there sweetheart?" Rodrick asked. His arms crossed and eyes closed. You couldn't see what he wrote but you saw his list had been completed.
"Oh bugger off would you." You snapped before picking up your pen again.
You were stumped on your last one. Tapping the tip of your pen against the desk in thoughts.
"All right everybody times up. I'll be calling on each group which in your group you can decide on who will begin, let's start with Desiree and Pete."
You listened to everyone list their own hatred which seemed interminable.
"Mm, (Y/n) and Rodrick."
You looked over at Rodrick who had no tendencies to start. With a heavy sigh you got up and stood at the front of your class.
"10 things I hate about you
1) I hate how cocky you are 2) I hate how massive your ego is 3) I hate your hair 4) I hate your f̶a̶c̶e̶ p̶e̶r̶s̶o̶n̶a̶l̶i̶t̶y̶ Irrelevant band tees 5) I hate how you drive your stupid van 6) I hate how cheesy you can be 7) I hate how you get on my nerves 8) I hate your corny jokes 9) I hate your big ass eyes" —which you actually loved but you were writing random stuff down—
"Erm (Y/n), one more." Your teacher piped in.
"Right, uh. 10 I hate..." your eyes caught Rodrick's who showed no emotion whatsoever. What were you supposed to say. You felt peer pressured. Somewhat embarrassed. Blurting out the first thing that came to mind. "I hate you." You internally panicked at your words.
fuck fuck fuck. you were digging a hole deeper for yourself.
"Oh my, very well. Please be seated. Rodrick you're up." Your professor cleared his throat.
Rodrick slid his chair back, the metal scraping against the tiled floor.
He didn't look your way this time. Instead he chose to stare blankly at his paper.
"These are things I hate about you, stuff just from the top of my head.. 1) I hate how you're so stubborn 2) I hate how gullible you can be 3) I hate how you find the littlest of shits hilarious 4) I hate how loud you can be 5)I hate how you hide your emotions 6) I hate how you always procrastinate 7) I hate how you sometimes interrupt people 8)I hate your music taste 9) I hate how you can be so bipolar And 10) I hate how even after recent events, I can't help but still be madly in love you you."
You felt your stomach drop. Not only did you say you hated him but he decided to say he's in love with you. How you look like the asshole here. You felt like the asshole here.
The bell rung to which you hurriedly grabbed your stuff and rushed out the door. Two meters out a hand latched onto your shoulder.
You stopped what you were doing to try pry the hand off you. You spun around about to tell the person to let go only to be met with the brown doe eyes you "claimed" you hate.
"Hey (Y/n), I just have one question." His voice was soft. Different to a few days ago. "Did you—did you mean what you said? About you hating me?"
Your lips parted in disbelief. Not only did he sound hurt but he was speaking to you. "Oh Rodrick I—."
"RODRICK! YOU ASS!" Biancas voice yelled at the boy. Fuming with anger.
She stomped over to him. Face red in rage. She lifted a manicured finger and jabbed it in his chest.
"HOW DARE YOU HAVE THE FUCKING AUDACITY TO SAY YOURE IN LOVE WITH SOME BITCH AFTER EVERYTHING WE DID!" You could hear her voice bounce off the walls as you managed to slip away.
"She isn't a bitch." His eyes turned to see where you were, only to find you in absence. His stomach dropped in guilt.
How he wished he could turn back time.
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