How To Answer A 'Do You Hate Me' Question

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Mississippi's POV

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"Your uncle?" I asked.

"He was drunk driving. He crashed into a car of three people. Three people died that day including my dad." He said.

"Oh. That's kind of sad." I said.

"Yeah, I guess. Its not as sad as your back story though." Jace said.

"True, true. Ugh! Its so boring without my friend." I said.

"Hey! I'm not boring!" He protested.

"Uh-huh. Sure." I said. "Shoot! I have gym. I'll die from exercise." I said dramatically.

"You'll live. Come on. You'll be late to gym." He said with a smirk plastered on his face.

"You have gym with me, don't you?" I asked already knowing the answer. His smirk got bigger, if that was even possible.

We got to gym and went into our locker rooms. After I was changed I went out to find my gym teacher looking like the devil. All red and angry. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm late.

I went to line up and stayed quiet. "Johnson, Matthews! You were late. Were you two swapping saliva or something?"

"Sir, I wouldn't say that if I were you considering I overheard you breathing heavily while Mrs. Patterson was screaming your name in your office." Jace said.

Roars of laughter filled the room. Holy shit, I can't believe he just did that!

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Jason's POV

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Mississippi's last name was familiar. Too familiar. Johnson. Where do I know it from?

It took me a minute to figure out what it is from.

The car accident that killed my dad. Oh my god. My uncle killed her parents.

The bell rang to signal the end of the school day. We all ran in the locker rooms to get changed. I came out and saw Missy walking slowly to the gym door.

"Mississippi!" I yelled. She turned around and I ran to her.

"Hey." She said.

"Johnson was the family my uncle crashed into. My uncle crashed into you and your parents, killing them and my dad." I said.

"What?" She said.

"Do you hate me?" I asked. She shook her head no.

"Do you hate me?" She asked.

As if I was answering her I leaned in and our lips connected.

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