Maybe Love

CH 5 HATE

Chapter 5~ Maybe Love~ Hate

"You are such a bastard," Abigail growled.

Her voice was still foggy in my mind and my brain worked slowly. I frowned unable to find a reasonable thing to say.

"W-what?" I managed to say, feeling sick and light headed.

"Come on Jesse!" she seethed, "I asked you for help, and you responded. I was going to walk with you, but you didn't open the door. I come in and find you high and drunk! Am I really that bad that the only way you can handle me was if you aren't even yourself? What's wrong with you?"

The words slowly processed and things started to become clear.

"What did you do about it?" Was the only thing I was wondering.

"Well I still had to work, so I handled way too many customers while you were passed out here. Before I left I managed to lay you down on your bed. Then I came back to make sure you didn't die and I fell asleep," she sighed frustrated.

My senses were back, "Why were you holding my hand?" I waited for a blush but all I got was a cold stare.

"You grabbed it and mumbled things about your parents," she taunted.

My eyes widened and I struggle to conceal my fear, "could you understand what I mumbled?"

She shook her head no.

I thought about her words a few sentences before. She wondered if she was that bad that I couldn't handle her without being high.

"And no you are not the main reason I did this, and if it was you should feel guilty" I said.

She rolled her eyes.

"Ya totally, I should feel sorry because you have an addiction," she mutter sarcastically.

"I'm not addicted I'm just stressed," I mumbled while glaring at her.

"I knew you were a bad person as soon as I saw you," Abigail said in a small voice.

"I knew you were a little bitch when I first saw you," I shot back. She glared and a look flashed through her eyes. Many emotions were present but I couldn't tell which was which.

"Ugh I hate you Jesse!" She screamed unable to hold in her frustration.

"I hate you too, and if I didn't feel gross right now I would have smacked you," I spat grinding my teeth together. This made her flinch and look away to hide her fear.

"Okay" she whispered angrily, " I'm going home now that you are okay,"

I looked at my phone next to me for the time. It was 1 in the morning, and I sighed. I hate this girl but I still am a gentleman. I couldn't let her walk home at 1, no matter how tempting it was.

"Stop," I muttered as she walked toward the door swiftly. She flinched but turned around. She stared at me waiting for me to talk.

"Stay here. You can't walk home... It's 1 am," I mumbled as tenderly as I could with all the anger I had.

She looked surprised, "You are going to hurt me while I'm sleeping right?"

"No," I struggled to say, "I won't hurt you or anything, I promise, and when I promise I mean it." I meant what I said. When I make promises like this I never break them.

She slightly grinned almost unnoticed.

"Thank You Jess. Where will I sleep?" She whispered greatfully.

"Um I can grab a mattress and sheets for the bunk bed," I said looking around afraid to show any soft side.

"I will sleep in my clothes," she stated and I nodded. I snuck out into the hall and grabbed a mattress and put some sheets under my arm.

I pulled it in and threw it on the bottom bunk on the bed in the corner. I didn't look at Abigail an just continued making her a bed. When it was all on, I turned around to see Abigail tucked in MY bed half asleep. I sighed angrily, "thats my bed" I thought to myself. I glared at her as she curled into a ball.

I took off my shirt exposing my tan chest and stomach. I wasn't super buff but I was very strong. I had a six pack of abs and was slim. I took of my jeans keeping my boxers on. I stole blankets from Abigail forcefully but she was asleep. I hopped in bed and slept horribly.

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"Wake up" she growled, "you are going to help me today!"

I groaned still tired,"Go away....ouch!"

I opened my eyes, "You just hit me?!" I screamed unbelieving.

She backed away realizing what she had done, fear in her eyes.

"You woke up didn't you," she muttered almost too quiet to hear. I just glared at her holding the place in my stomach she punched. It didn't really hurt but I was more surprised.

I watched her eyes widen as she stared at me. I looked down at my self and laughed. I was only in boxers and it made Abigail uncomfortable. She just looked at my body. Maybe she was confused, or liked it, or was scared, or maybe just caught off guard, but her eyes did not leave my exposed body.

I scratched my stomach right under my ribs and continued rubbing and scratching till I got to the elastic of my plaid boxers. Her eyes widened more as I pulled on the waist line right under my belly button.

She blushed as averted her gaze to the ground.

"Umm my moms going to be worried," she recovered.

I nodded and sighed with a smile on my face from the previous event.

"Ill be quick then we can get you to your mommy's house," I mocked.

She just rolled her eyes and stays on my bed, "go change," she ordered.

I stumbled out of bed and picked up a pair of light washed jeans and a random shirt that had the words DiamondSupplyCo.

I grabbed a red sweatshirt and zipped it up.

I turned around and Abigail was just staring. I smirked, "I know I'm hot, yeah?"

She nodded her head mouth agape. Then her eyes widened as I burst out laughing.

"No I didn't mean to nod I wasn't really paying attention," she blushed,

I chuckled more, "My muscles are so distracting!"

She started to blush, but tried to hide it with a glare.

She turned serious, "No man who does drugs is attractive."

I didn't know what to say so I just looked stupidly at her.

I ran my hands through my hair and flipped my hood over my head. I grabbed my keys and she grabbed her purse.

Then we walked silently to Abigail's house. I refrained from smoking because of the day before. Silent glares were shot my way as I hummed, or whistled. And fear was on her face when I glared back at her.

There was hate evident in the way she walked with me, talked with me and looked at me. I'm sure my hate is evident too. No matter how annoying, bratty, mean, and bitchy this girl was, her scared side was the worst to see.

So to break the silence I told her one thing, "I still hate you, but I can't stand your fear. So I promise you, I won't hurt you at all,"

And that was the scariest promise, that I kept breaking.

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So sorry for the forever wait. I lost my iPod for a while and I'm sorta having troubles writing this but here ya Fi. Not the best chapter but I have great things in store. C: