No Love, Just Hatred

Part 2

Ahh, lunchtime. The time to eat, chat with your friends, and relax. Well, I'm not hungry, I have no friends, and I'm not relaxed. I'm so freaked out. Why was Tristen smiling at me as I walked away. He needs to keep his stupid smile to his self. Doesn't he feel the hate I have towards him? And another thing-

"Hey." 

I looked up from my table I sit at everyday at lunch and made direct eye contact with Tristen. I looked back down, ignoring him. But he didnt go away. He sat down next to me, a little too close for my comfort.

"Why do you sit alone everyday?" he asked.

"Why do you care?" I asked back.

I didn't look at him, but I could feel he seemed a little tense and nervous.

"Well, if I haven't made it clear before...I like you."

If I had turned my head any quicker to look at him, I would have given myself whiplash. This popular, every girl wants to go out with him, guy, likes me, a loner, hated on, hates love, girl?

"What?" I tried not to sound too shocked. When has he talked to me before?

I turned away from him, closed my eyes, and rubbed my temples. I tried to remember ever talking to him before.... Oh, that's right. A couple of months ago, I got a note labeled Tristen. I thought it was some kind of joke so I threw it out. So, I guess it was a love confession. How disturbing. 

"Look. Tristen." I spit out him name like it was something disgusting. " You obviously don't know when someone doesn't like you, because I hate you." 

He looked like a hurt puppy when. "Why?" he asked.

I didnt answer him. Why should I answer him? I hate him because I hate him. That's all. 

Well, actualy  he is a prime example of people who take a liking to the word love. He has had more girlfriends than an elephant has wrinkles. Now I'm over exaggerating, but still, he has had many. 

Back in elementary school, If I remember right, he told me he liked me. But I'm not quite sure he said " I like you". I think it was " do you want to share lunch with me?".  

I was glad. To this day I can tolerate liking someone. Just not love.  That was the first time anyone had said something nice to me. He actually wanted to hang out with me, be a friend. My hateful Aunt and Uncle never gave me lunch money and Tristen shared what little he brought. At that time, he had a "girlfriend." The girlfriend started getting mad that he hung out with me, so slowly he hung out with me less and less. " I love her." he explained. " I'm sorry." 

I've been pushed aside before. By my parents, my aunt and uncle. But none of them ever tried to be nice to me, so Tristen had opened a door to my heart when he shared lunch with me. And as soon as he chose "love" over friendship,  by listening to his girlfriend,that door he opened closed, then it was destroyed so no one could ever open it again.

So that's why I hate Tristen, he pushed me over the edge of hating love. No one loves me, I love no one. I don't need it, I can survive with out love. It's never been nice to me. 

"Love keeps hating on me so, I hate love."