I Hate That I Love You

Chapter 1 Part 1

~No One's Point of View~

Holland was in the third grade when she met Dylan. She was in a class that she liked, with a teacher that she liked, and she knew everyone in the room. She wasn't attracted to any of them, of course... and that was why she was so happy. She knew she wouldn't have to feel nervous or shy to speak up in class. She knew she could talk to her friends without feeling embarrassed about the possibility of someone she liked overhearing what she was talking about. 

She hated, yet loved those little butterflies that fluttered in her stomach when she saw him. Dylan. Even at a young age, he was quite handsome, and she could tell that he would be a problem for her. She didn't know what to say to him, and she hated being at a loss for words. Unfortunately, the only words that seemed to spew out of her mouth when little Dylan spoke to her were absolute nonsense. But when it wasn't nonsense, the things she said were quite rude. Little Holland would say things like "I don't like you!" or "Get away from me!" or "You're stupid!" But Dylan found this quite amusing. So naturally, he did not leave her alone. In fact, he pestered her constantly with his non stop gibberish. He would talk non stop and never leave her alone. Secretly, Holland liked the attention she got from him, but along with his attention came negative attention from their peers. 

"Dylan and Holland sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love! Then comes marriage! Then comes baby in the baby carriage....." This wretched song was the equivalent of death to Holland. She also despised the high pitched and drawn out "OOOOOOHHHHHHH's" they would receive whenever he talked to her. Because of these reactions-- and because she still believed in cooties-- she decided she would never tell him how she felt. NEVER EVER EVER!!!