How to Date Someone You Hate

Chapter 1: Highschool. yay...(Mavis)

Highschool is nothing like the movies.

As a kid, I always thought that it would be fun.

Having a love triangle, school dances with a huge romantic moment, people bursting into song, exclusive cliques, etc. etc.

Oak Hills High is nothing like that. Hell, no high schools are.

In reality, when it comes to love triangles, it's pretty anti climatic. No fights or romantic gestures. It's more likely that no one will like you, much less 2 people at the same time.

School dances are barely attended, and people are either grinding on the dance floor, or standing on the side lines gossiping and smoking.

And bursting into song is only for the theatre kids.

There are friend groups, yeah. But nothing like the ones in movies.

Sure, there's drama. Yeah, there's romance. But we're too busy trying to survive to make it our whole life.

All in all, pretty anti climatic.

Right now, I kinda wish there was drama, because I don't know how much longer I can listen to my friends talk about the new movie that came out, Mary's high school romance. It's a weird name. I think it was supposed to be for 12-year-olds, but despite being 16, my friends still watched it.

"She should have ended up with Jerome." My friend Crimson says, stuffing her face with a grilled cheese. "No, no, no! Andrew was the right choice!" My other friend Elton responds, already done with his lunch.

"But Jerome got her to find her voice! And Andrew chose her childhood bully over her, Elton! They dated for 3 years until he was all: 'Oh MAry, It waS YoU aLl alOnG, lEts KiSs!' Jerome was there for her when her dog died, all while Andrew was living it up as a football star!" Crimson sneers. "But Andrew was there for her at prom when her Jerome stood her up!" "He only stood her up because-"

"Oh my god guys. Shut up. It's just a movie." I rub my temples, annoyed. "Well yeah, Mavis. But it's based on the director's childhood!" Elton fought back. "Where the hell did you get that information from?" Crimson questions. "Uh... Social media." Me and Crimson share an exasperated look.

Crimson sits back on her seat and fiddles with her dreads. "I wish I had two guys fighting over me." "Crimson, you're gay." Elton snorts. "Yeah, but it'd be fun to reject them!"

We talk for a bit about what we'd do if two people fought over us until the bell rings.

"Crap, Social studies." Elton groans. "I fucking hate Dr. Hernandez. His pop quizzes are the worst." "At least you don't have Science with Dr. Lancaster." Crimson says. "Today is English class with Mrs. Homer, Crimson." I correct. "Oh, she's ok."

"Well, we better get going before-" I bump into someone and fall into Crimsons arms. "Dude, watch where you're going!" I sneer as Crimson props me back up.

"Sorry, didn't see you. Should have though, you're as tall as a pole." as soon as I hear that voice I look up. "Oh my god, not again." I glare at the guy in front of me.

The jerk who bumped into me is none other than the captain of our school Wrestling team...

Warren Conway.

His golden-brown hair is sticking to his face with what I assume is sweat, meaning he just got out of practice. He's wearing that basic grey hoodie everyone wears and a pair of track pants.

He'd be attractive if his ego didn't overshadow his looks.

"Just because I'm taller than average doesn't mean I'm a bean pole. What's your problem?" I snark. "I have no problem. Maybe you should stop jumping to conclusions and watch where you're going. You bumped into me after all. Plus, being taller than average basically means you are a beanpole." He fiddles with his hoodie string as he talks. Makes me want to cut it off.