i HATE Sasha Conway

I hate her smile

"Oh, before we start, could I have a word, Miss Lyers?"

The door swings open in a sudden, swift dash. An "angel" tip-toes it's way through an aisle of chairs.

There she goes again. Every. Single. Day. Always late. God she just makes me so angry!

I sigh, putting my head in my hand. Sasha this, and Sasha that. Just what makes her such a sensation? Is is her long, creme-bleached curls?

Or maybe her tawny skin that just glows when she grins.

I bet she thinks she's so great.

"Miss Lyers? A word?"

Popping into class a good fifteen whole minutes tardy every single morning like she's some movie-star. Getting away with everything with a wink and a flash of a stupid, stupid smile!

UGh! She's....she's....she's just so stupid!

Just like every word that comes out of her stupid, stuuuupiiiddly, round, perfect, glossy, kissable lips...

"Miss Lyers! That's about the fifth time I've said your name now!"

I spring up as the class chuckles. Looking over quickly, and so is she, laughing away as she seats herself with a coy smirk. As if my day couldn't have gotten more sour.

Our eyes meet.

I feel something. A flash. A flicker.

Is it.....

I know exactly what it is.

It's Hate.

That's right. I hate Sasha Conway. I hate that stupid mole right above her perfect lips. I hate her model-body that made all the boys drool over her like dogs when we went on the school trip. And especially, out of evvvverrrything I hate.

I hate that despite how she may appear, her bubbly attitude is nothing but a farce. Because believe it or not. As much as I wish it was just a sick joke...

She's second highest rank in our entire graduation class.

Right. Behind. Me.

I approach the teacher's desk, shuffling my feet behind the other as she pulls me aside. "Listen dear, I want you to give her this." I tilt my head in confusion.

"I'm sorry..?"

"That girl you can't stop staring at. Sasha." I feel myself hold back puke.

"Woah, woah! What?" I sputter.

"Listen, we've only ten more weeks 'till winter break. And that girl still hasn't signed her tech form. So I'm partnering you two for the "My Future" presentation projects. Could you just give her some words of encouragement? Get her to choose a career already, we just need it for her placements. Please and thank you.."

My teacher pats my shoulder and hands me a paper. I grab it begrudgingly and worm back to my seat.

Sasha glances over at me and smiles. I feel sick to my stomach. I inhale slowly and walk to her desk before seating myself quietly.