Love to Hate You

I Hate Everything About You

Robin tossed a dishrag at me, sopping wet and reeking of cleaning solution.

"Buckley, what the hell?" I cried, wiping the liquid from my face. My best friend laughed and laughed at me, enjoying my frustration. I started laughing with her and wiped the table down, picking up the tip that my customers had left me.

Robin had come to work with me at the local diner about a year ago – we had been best friends for years, but we were always looking for more ways to spend time together. She was always goofing off which made the job so much more fun.

"Not my fault that you lack hand-eye-coordination, Victoria," she replied. I rolled my eyes as I went behind the counter. I started counting the till when the front door swung open. I looked up, smiling, before my face turned to one of disgust.

Eddie Munson strolled in, head high, flanked by his Hellfire dorks. They slid into a booth, joking with each other and glancing around the diner. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, going back to the till. I felt a finger poke my shoulder and looked at Robin, confused. She nodded her head at the nerds in the booth.

"That's your section," she explained. My eyes widened.

"You've got to take them," I insisted. She started laughing and shook her head.

"And miss the fireworks show? Absolutely not."

"You're a shitty best friend," I snapped, pulling my order pad out of my apron.

"Love you, mean it!" she called as I walked towards the booth, my feet feeling heavy. I got to the table, and Eddie finally looked up. He groaned and rolled his eyes, leaning back into the cushions.

"Great, it's Icky Vicky," he huffed, crossing his arms. I sneered at him.

"Not too excited to see you either, Munson," I quipped. "What do you all want?"

"No service with a smile?" Eddie asked, smirking at me. I glared at him.

"Do you plan on ordering? Or just continuing to waste space?"

"I'll do a burger and a coke," the taller nerd said. I jotted it down and looked to the smaller one.

"Fries and a water, please." I smiled at his politeness. My smile disappeared when I looked back at Eddie. He continued to smirk at me.

"A chocolate shake. Huge."

I rolled my eyes before walking away, getting their order in. Robin continued to make fun of me – she delighted in how much Eddie and I disliked one another. She always thought our exchanges were hilarious, and on more than one occasion, told me I was the funniest when I was insulting Eddie. I absolutely hated him – he had been a thorn in my side and my biggest tormentor since freshmen year.

"Order up!" Morty, the line cook, called out to me. I groaned as I set the plates and glasses on the tray and carried them to the booth of nerds. I set the plates in front of the kinder dorks, and slammed Eddie's shake down. He hissed.

"Glad to know you're still a bitch, Vick the Ick." I glared and leaned close to his face.

"How's your pencil-dick, asshole?" I snapped. His eyes widened with fury, and he leaned close as well.

"Wouldn't you like to know, slut," he growled. I felt a wave of anger pulse through me. I grabbed Eddie's shake and turned it over, dumping the ice cream mixture on his head. He shot up, bellowing with anger. I couldn't help but smirk, delighting in his rage. His face was red, gaze murderous. He looked like he wanted to hit me – I knew he wouldn't. Despite how much I hated him, I knew that he had some false sense of chivalry he swore he lived by.