I really want you to hate me

Chapter 5

Rebekah

This was never the way I planned. It was not my intention to kiss her. Let alone make out with her on the backseat of her car. This should never happen. I didn't even like her. She bothered me, drove me mad, made my stomach do a flip every time I saw her. I hated the way her eyes twinkled, the way she giggled and laughed at me. I loathed every piece of her.

Still I think I never felt anything better, than the way her lips felt on mine. Her taste was the sweetest flavor. She affected me all the time. She made me hungry, hungrier than I have ever felt. I felt like I never tasted any food before, like she was my first meal ever. And I never wanted to stop.

But God, I did hate her. Her smile and her red lips, the way she smudges

her eyeliner, making her eyes look smoky and captivating. No!

I barely slept 5 hours last night. I tried to get Daniella out of my mind, and I did it. For 5 hours.

The sun that shone in the morning after a lot of rainy days, it dried all the water the storm caused last night. It dried up the rain and gave me a chance to forget about all the happenings. My dad was the one who dropped me off in front of the school. I was happy when I noticed that Daniella's car wasn't in the parking lot. At least I had a few minutes to prepare myself for looking into her eyes again.

"Morning blondie!" The smile I had on my face faded away, when I opened the door of the library and Daniella grinned at me. She was sitting behind a table with her stupid boots on it. It didn't really matter that it was much warmer today than yesterday, she wore the same-looking black jeans with some band march t-shirt and a leather jacket. She smiled at me with her stupid red painted lips and her stupid, hot make up on her face.

"Are you going to stand there the whole morning?"

"Your car isn't in the parking lot." I closed the door, shaking my head a little. I pushed on her legs with my bag until my bag landed on the table and her legs landed with a loud thud on the flour. She giggled, with that stupid sweet tone.

"I got a lift, I came with Max." She brushed the hair out of her face. "You are very grumpy this morning."

"I'm not grumpy." I protested, crossing my arms in front of my chest, leaning against the table with my waist. I tried hard not to move, when she stood up.

"So." She leaned closer, her breath hitting my lips. "fucking grumpy."

"Can you quit swearing?"

"With knowing that every time I say fuck you get blushed?" She asked while her thumb brushed against my probably red cheekbone. "Not a chance."

I pushed her hand away, her eyes widened in surprise. I saw her fist clenching by her side, her jaw tightening. I saw a lot of men do this in movies, but I never thought that one day I will see Daniella Hayes do the same and get utterly turned on by it. If it was possible even more heat traveled to my cheeks and it didn't go unnoticed by her.

"Nothing you do makes me blush Daniella. And we have things to do here, so if you will excuse me." I turned around to leave her there, but fingers wrapped around my wrist and pulled me back until my chest met hers.

"I'm sorry, I just can't agree with this sentence."

I wanted her to kiss me so badly. I tilted my head so she only had to move a little closer. She refused it, moved to my neck. My hands flew to her shoulder, holding onto her, a moan leaving my mouth.

"I don't care what you agree with." My voice came out higher than I wanted.

She pulled away, looked into my eye and with a quick move turned me around, my back meeting with her chest.