I Hate You (Book1)

•I HATE YOU 4•

I got in my car and placed my head on the steering wheel. I put my hands together above my head and began to pray.

"God, please give me patience. I am 17 and I don't want to murder anyone yet. Please let me get home, have dinner and go to bed without feeling the urge to choke the creature that lives in my house and goes by the name of Desire. Something her parents probably didn't feel when they found out she was created. Also, give me strength not to call out my annoying sperm donor. In Jesus name I pray. Amen," I said out loud before putting my seatbelt.

I began driving out of the school and was about to turn into my neighborhood but I shook my head. I turned back around and drove to Taco Bell.

I am not eating anything that chick my dad married will cook. She is low key trying to poison me and my dad to take his money.

Not to be rude or anything but who would want his Lizard looking ass? It's a miracle I look like my mother.

My actual mother, not that 4 year old girl that lives with us and pretends to be grown. My dad probably kidnapped her from some kindergarten.

I pulled up to the robot tiny thingy where you order. I have always wondered what they are called, they just look so weird.

I pulled over and waited for the bitch to ask for my order. I was there for like five minutes before I honked my horn. Some dude in a hoodie started walking towards my car window. 

I reached into my purse and got my pepper spray. The guy was now centimeters away from my window. He was reaching into his pocket when I leaned forward and pepper sprayed him.

"AAAAHHH!" He yelled and began rubbing his eyes quickly. "Why would you do that!?!" He asked about to cry.

"AIDAN!?" I yelled confused as hell.

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"I was just going to ask you your order.." He said crying.

"Huh?" Now I am even more confused.

"Yeah, our order machine broke so they sent me out here with a walkie talkie to take orders," he explained taking out the hand that was in his pocket showing me the device.

"Damn, I'm so sorry, it's just it's dark outside and you are dressed in dark clothes and you have your hoodie on," I said handing him a kleenex.

"Thanks," he said accepting the tissue and wiping his eyes. "It's super cold that's why I have a hoodie," he said.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry," I said sighing. "Can you get my order quick tho? I have to be home in a few."

"Oh yeah, of course, my bad," he said. I couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or...

I brushed it off and pulled my window all the way down. "I want a Fritos burrito with fiesta fries and a large lemonade please," I said and he nodded.