I Love To Hate You (A Star Crossed Myth Spinoff)

Son of a Bitch!(Revised)

I walked to school, my eyes darting around at everything. It was all mundane teenagers talking about the latest gossip, wearing cheap clothes, and too much makeup, all for the sake of style. It pissed me off to no end, seeing these people throwing their lives away, but I wasn't one to talk. I could barely muster up enough of a fuck to concern myself to go to school. No there was only one thing that kept me going, one thing that kept me living, and it was the one thing you would least expect; my burning hatred for Karno Asou. I met him 2 years ago when he and his brothers showed up at my school. He was instantly popular because he was super charming, almost all of his brothers were. Instead of them hitting on me they decided to become my friends (because back then I was sure I was a lesbian, I was wrong). That of course didn't slow Karno down, he just decided that he could magically make me straight. I knew it had to be a joke, that asshole, wanting me? The same me that came to school in sweat pants and baggy hoodies? The same me who wore a permanent scowl on my face and a beanie to hide my shitty uncut hair? Bitch please. He tried over and over again though, with absolutely zero luck. Until one fateful day, the day I will never forget, and the day that still baffles me. I was in detention cleaning the bathrooms with Karno. He smacked my ass and I went off on him and well...you know how that goes. Suffice to say the rules were to make this bathroom sparkle. All was calm for once, he hadn't said a word, when suddenly I was pinned to the wall and he kissed me hard, erasing all conscious thought from my head. Then he undressed me in a flash, as well as himself in a way that couldn't have even been human, and thrust into me. He deflowered me while I moaned his name, pissed but feeling such delicious pleasurable rage course through me. All I wanted was to hurt him, to hear him screaming my name! As I came I wrapped my hands around his throat, trying my damnedest to kill him. We ended up fighting and fucking at the same time, then I suddenly passed out as the strength was pulled from my body. Before I did I heard him tell me in a surprisingly apologetic voice that he was sorry, and that was why I never told anyone, neither did he, it was as if it never happened. Even still, I knew he wasn't normal, everything about him wasn't right. We had been weird enemies ever since. Then once my parents were killed, I remember him doing his best to be kind, but I couldn't do kindness, every fucking person was kind to me, he couldn't be kind too. I think he quickly understood that though, because we fought even more, and today was no exception. "You are a fucking asshole you know you should be in a mental institution!". His face was lit up with anger, despite that though, I heard what sounded of familiarity, this was a "pleasant" daily routine.
"Well your a motherfucking sociopath who can choke on a dick!"
We fought often, but he never once brought up my parents, just as I never brought up the fact that he raped me. Our relationship had along the way, lost its driving, malicious intent. He never put his hands on me anymore, and if anyone else tried to insult me we would team up and snap at them to mind their own business. Just as if his brothers tried to break up the fight we would tell them to go away. It was our thing, only we could insult the other and only we could end the fight. Whether it was camadre or a sense of pride we never let anyone else interfere, because this was between us. I still thought about it though, that day, and I still wonder if I will ever be the same, and will I ever feel as alive as I did on that day?