Paranoia

°I hate you°

A/N Remember italics are thoughts
PrevIously on Paranoia: I smile to myself, and start to head back to my room, when my guard says "Wait, you have another visitor." I am confused, as I am set back down at the table. I put my head down, breathing softly. I freeze as I hear him say my name.
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Matthew's P.O.V
"Noelle". I watch her entire figure freeze when I call her. I begin taking small steps toward her. When I finally reach her, she turns around, and backs up. "You are not supposed to be here". She says angrily. I take another step towards her. "Noelle, please I just wanna talk to you". She scoffs, and let's out a bitter laugh. "I don't think I want to talk to you". "Matthew?" Noelle looks over my shoulder, and rushes past me. I turn to see James standing there. Noelle looks up to him, and says "I thought you had work?". James' blue eyes lock with my own, before he looks down at Noelle again. He tells her that he left his keys on the bench. He brushes past me, picks up his keys, and walks back toward Noelle. I come out of my shocked state of seeing him, and I give him a quick "Hello James". He looks up at me coldly, and says "Hello". He then gives Noelle a hug, and smiles warmly at her, before walking out. Noelle turns slowly until she is facing me. She looks at me for a moment, before returning to the bench. I stand there until she raises an eyebrow. I smile a little to myself, and think of how that must still be a habit of hers. I sit my self down, and sigh. "Elle-" she cuts me off, and tells me coldly that her name is Noelle. "Noelle" I start off once again. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I did but I'm sorry for what ever it is".
But that's a lie. Because I did know. She looks up at me in disbelief. She shakes her head, and stands with the palms of her hands flat against the table. While leaning upward towards me. She then whispers so low that, I almost can't quite catch it. But I do, and I really wish I had not caught it. Her voice is so cold, and unnerving. It sends a shiver down my spine. "Are you really gonna sit right here, looking me in the face. In the eyes, and tell me that you don't know exactly why I hate your ℉ucking guts with a burning passion." But I can hold my own. So I put on a brave face, and say "I'm sorry, I really wish I knew." That's when she snaps, and she loses it. She flies backwards. Her chair is knocked to the ground and forgotten in her haste, and the table moves up closer to me a little more. With all eyes on us. She looks down at me with anger, and hatred in her eyes. And in this moment, I feel my heart break even more. "YOU'RE A LIAR. YOU'RE LYING. YOU KNOW WHY, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO HER." Tears stream down my face, at her words. And I have to will my self not to just completely break down. But her next words hit me the hardest. It was the final blow. Even though this wasn't the first time that they had come out of her mouth, and were directed towards me. They had never sounded so harsh, cold, and venomous before, and now I wonder."I HATE YOU". Does she mean it?