I Hate You

Chapter 01: Just For the Money

You've got to be kidding me.

I rolled my eyes as I saw the very person I dreaded to see.

Matthew Green.

He was my archnemisis, the very guy I despised the most since first grade when he decided to put a giant wad of bubblegum in my hair. I was forced to cut off a chunk of my black hair.

On the top of his head was a bunch of blond curls, looking like a mop on his head when he didn't style it right. Underneath the mess of hair, we're bright aqua blue eyes, almost like an ocean. His frame was skinny but muscular at the same time, his height a little over 6ft at the age of 17. Most of the girls in the high school just melted at the sight of him. Any of them would sell their kidney just to go out with the Matthew Green.

I didn't understand the hype. Sure, he was a giant rich kid with everything you could dream of, but he was a jerk. He always just did things without even thinking of the consequences like a hyperactive little bastard, and I hated that. I always had to plan things out and think about it before I actually proceeded with it. It made no sense how he just did it, not worrying about what people thought.

He was the kid everybody hated in class but loved everywhere else, always blurting out stuff when the teacher said to be quiet, touching you and hitting you when you sat next to him, doing random stuff in the lunchroom like interviews, hitting on girls in every class period, having a party every night, and getting in your personal space even when you said back off.

I hated him.

The locker beside me banged closed, and a very smiley Matthew Green was soon leaning beside me. Eyes of the other students in the hall shifted to us. I groaned in annoyance, slamming my locker shut and turning the opposite way.

"Not so fast, O'brien."

I felt a hand on the back of my shirt, and I was forced backward.

I swiftly turned back around, bumping into the chest of the boy I hated most. I cringed at the touch and backed away instantly.

"What do you want?" I asked spitefully, clutching the books in my hands tightly in case he decided to knock them out of my clutch like he had done tons of times before.

"Date me."

My eyes widened profoundly at what he had just asked, no commanded. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, date me." He said, running a hand through his blonde curls, a serious expression on his face.

I burst out into laughter and a fake, ugly laugh. He could not be serious, I pointed my finger in his face annoyingly. "You're funny! Date you? No thanks."

Matthew sighed, "I'm not joking. Date me."

I shut my mouth, stopping my laughing fit in an instant. I looked up into his big blue eyes in shock, "No! Never in a million years." I gave him a dry chuckle before turning away.

His body moved quickly in front of me, backing me into the wall of lockers with his right hand, pinning me.

"Matthew Green, get your hands off of me before I shave off those golden curls of yours and use them to make a wig for the next Bob Ross." I warned him, looking down at the tan hand on my chest.

"As much as I would love that, you're not going anywhere until you hear me out."
Matthew told me, using more pressure with his hand.

I rolled my eyes, "Hurry up before my ears bleed from the sound of your voice."

The blonde boy chuckled lightly, "I need you to date me. Please."

"What's in it for me?" I asked him. I wasn't exactly loving this idea, I will admit Matthew was a good-looking guy, but he was a pain in the ass and a bastard. He was a jerk my entire life, always making fun of me and just annoying the crap out of me. I couldn't stand the guy, and I wanted to get away from him as soon as possible. Just the idea of dating him made me sick to my stomach.