No Love, Just Hatred

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I woke up on a gloomy Monday morning, feeling refreshed. I love the rain, and I think it represents how every relationship will end up, in tears. I prepared myself for yet another tortuous school day. All down the hallways everyday I see couples- agianst lockers, holding hands, in groups. Another form of love I can't stand is friends. They nonchalantly throw the word love around like it's nothing. It IS nothing, nothing but crap.

As I headed out the door I ran into Carl, my uncle. Carl was more steady than me and kept walking, but I was pushed back and fell. "Jerk!" I yelled from the floor.

"Don't talk to my husband like that!" My Aunt Frela scowled.

"He knocked me over and didn't apologize!"

"You shouldn't have been in his way. Now get off the ground quickly if you want me to take you to school today."

I reluctantly hurried and sat in the backseat of my aunts car as usual.

Once we made it to school and got out the car, no words were exchanged between me and my aunt. She drove off even before I could almost close the door.

A typical occurance.

Keeping my eyes glued to the ground I avoided every last kids eyes in the hallways as I sped walked to my first class. I should have looked up once in a while because I ran into... Who is this kid? Oh, I know who he is. He's the guy all the girls fall for. Tristen. With his "perfectly flawless skin" and "killer smile" and "blue eyes that you could literally drown in" he defiantly was one of the most popularly loved guy in school. And I hate him.

"Sorry I should have watched where I'm going." He apologized. Why?

I didn't answer him or even acknowledge him, I didn't want him to think I had time to waste on him. I don't even care that he might think I'm too shy too talk to him cuz he is seemingly soooooo perfect. I'd never be into him. Not at all. I don't have time for it. It's stupid. And anyone better not dare think I'd change my mind. I can't stand him. 

I don't know what I was thinking but I looked back at him as I walked away.

Why is he smiling towards me?

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