I Hate You With a Burning Passion

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Kirstie's POV
Today I'm finally proving Mitch wrong. Today I'm hitting his face and knocking some sense into him. I have to get that solo, I just have to. I set my alarm extra early so I could prepare myself extra hard for the day ahead of me. When I opened my door, I found my mom walking towards my room.

"Let me guess," she said folding her arms, "it's choir solo auditions isn't it?" I nodded my head. She chuckled and kissed my cheek. "Well don't waste your time. I've been waiting for you to get that solo! And I've put money into those summer lessons so please prove that Mitchell guy wrong. Getting her to call Mitch Mitchell was the best thing ever. My mom knows about everything that happens between Mitch and I. Mainly because it's always taken to a whole other level and is usually taken to the principal. But now-now we're at a new school. And that means Ms. Wilson won't have a clue about our feud. Unless it was brought up by someone... But I highly doubt it.

When I was done breakfast, my mom drove me and Kennedy to school. During the car ride Kennedy turns to face me.

"Let me guess, you and your little enemy Mr. Idiot are going head to head in choir, again?" I nodded my head as she shook her head and rolled her eyes, "how childish?" I laughed dryly and smirked.

"Says the one who still thinks boys have cooties." She hit me in the arm as I giggled.

"I think boys just have unwanted germs. Have you smelled the boys locker room. It smells like Body odour mixed with cheap cologne." I giggled as mom joined in the laughter.

"See mom," I said, "childish." As I said that we reached my school. My sister folded her arms and huffed. I patted her head and said my goodbyes to my family. My dad is usually gone on business trips so I don't see him very often. When I reached my lockers, I thought it was only me. Little did I know the last person I wanted to see today was walking towards me.

"Hey shortcake," Mitch said as he unlocked his lock and opened up his locker, "fancy seeing you here so early, especially considering that you're usually late." I rolled my eyes glancing around the hall.

"I'm not late! In fact I've been earlier than you SINCE THE SEVENTH GRADE." Mitch backed up and put his hands up in surrender.

"My bad. Anyways there's something I need to talk to you abou-" I honestly didn't want to talk to him at all today.

"Hold it Mitchell. I don't want to talk to you." Before he could protest, I headed to the choir room to do some warm up exercises. I just looked at my schedule, and choir was first. I might as well get prepared before that hooligan does.

Finally the bell rang signalling that people were going to enter the room soon. I gathered my  stuff up and took a seat in my usual spot on the bottom row. Mitch walked up to me and paused right in front of me.

"I tried talking to you for once Kirstie. I tried warning you." Than he continued on his way to Scott and sat down. I sat there deep in thought, not even noticing that Ms. Wilson entered the room.

"Alright!" Ms. Wilson said enthusiastically, making me jump out of my thoughts. "If you're going to audition for a solo than please follow me into the theatre, if you're not, work on your theory homework." Than she motioned for the people to who wanted to audition, to follow her. Genevieve gave me a thumbs up as I exited the room. There were only about six to seven of us. Mitch unintentionally walked beside me keeping a close distance between us. When we reached the theatre, all of the students took seats in the front row. Mitch again, sat unintentionally right beside me. Is this what he's warning me about? That he unintentionally sits awkwardly close to his enemies?

"Alright Mitch." Ms. Wilson said pointing to him, "it's your turn." Mitch sang beautifully. With every word rolling off of his tongue gracefully and smoothly. His voice is just so, I don't know, mesmerizing. It got me in a trance.

"Kirstin it's your turn now." I decided on doing something different than the song I perform every year. I sing Rather Be because I love the melody. When I'm done I take a bow and head to my seat. Mitch doesn't seem to notice how good and amazing it was because he just shakes his head and laughs dryly before saying, "nice try Maldonado." I roll my eyes and fold my arms. Ms. Wilson than takes some time to look over the results. I put my head down, praying to god that I'll finally get it. Finally ms. Wilson stands up, and walks onto the stage.

"Amazing everyone!" she applauded, "now there has been a tie, which I might add is very rare. The tie is between Kirstin and Mitch." We look at each other in shock. I'm happy but Mitch, not so happy. We both walk onto the stage and face Ms. Wilson. "Alright let's play an old game of Rock Paper Scissors." Mitch and I play best out of three and on the last round I felt myself sweating up a storm. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Rock... Paper... Scissors. Mitch wins. I stand there frozen as he dances around in victory. Teasing me.

But here's the thing, I can't hear anything. My mind is blank, my heart isn't beating for all I know. My world has stopped. Than I run away crying. I hear Mitch telling me to stop but I can't. I can't bare to see his face. I know I sound childish. But I've been working my ass off for almost my entire life, to do a choir solo. Doing a choir solo is like getting a job opportunity, literally. There are scouts that come and watch our performers. And I never get chosen for any solos, or any special performances... Because to them, I'm not amazing, talented. I'm horrible and useless. Maybe singing Jair isn't my thing.

Soon I find an empty hallway and collapse on the floor. Tears are streaming down my face as I bury it in my cold hands. I feel numb, isolated. That's the thing about enemies, they can ruin your life. I'm so busy crying that I don't hear the footsteps approaching me. Than I hear the voice I want to kill with all of my strength.

"Kirstin, we need to talk."