My Little Hatefuck.

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"We're friends, right Kari?" Kuza asked. I nodded. "Then let's act like friends, let's talk," he said, spreading his legs out on my bed. I laughed at his 'Lost Boys' reference but agreed. "I think you should talk to him."

My smile faded. "No."

"Come on Kar. He misses you," he said. I shook my head. "You two really need to talk, though. He has some stuff he needs to tell you."

I laughed. "Oh really? Like what?"

"Like the fact that he loves you, and he was going to tell you but didn't get the chance because you left." His land slapped his mouth. "I wasn't supposed to say that."

"I don't believe it," I said. "You wanna know what really pisses me off?" I questioned. He nodded. "The fact that he wouldn't give me the fucking time of day because of his ignorant ex."

"Kari, that was something that was hard for him to get over. She fucked him over and you can't expect him not to worry," he said.

"I'm not Carlie," I said. Kuza gave me a look, almost saying he knew. I shrugged. "I just wish he could've realized that I would've given him anything."

"And that's why you need to talk to him. You need to tell him that you're not like her," he said.

I shook my head. "I'm too angry."

"Oh good, you told her," Louie said, walking back into my room.

"Told me what?" I asked. Kuza's eyes went wide and he shook his head.

"Shit," Louie said under his breath. I rose an eyebrow.

"Told me what?"

"We have to tell her now," Kuza said. Taking a deep breath, he started. "There's a song on their new album Infamous that was kind of written about you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, umm, it's called Hatefuck," Kuza said, slightly skeptical.

"What, does it say that I'm a whore?" I asked.

"Almost," Louie says softly.

Kuza took the liberty of showing me the song, and even though he might as well called me a whore, it was pretty catchy.

I couldn't help but be angry. That hurt to know that's what he thought. Yeah Kuza, he really loves me, I thought.

Well, if he wants to write a song about me then I'll write one about him. Two can play at that game.

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