Once upon a while ago

Two.

Chapter 2

You know what sucks the most after a break-up? It's the fact that you relied your happiness to someone, and when they leave, you don't know what to do anymore. That's why I hate getting attached to people with no intention on staying. You always end up getting disappointed.

"Hey, Baby Doll." I snapped my head to the left to see him. Blake Levinston. The player I've grown to hate ever since I moved here 10 years ago. That's right, when I was six.

I hated his annoying undeniably attractive face. 

I hated his annoying smirk that can make every girl swoon, excluding me, of course.

I hated how good he is at football. 

I hated how he can always get the girl that he wanted.

I hated how he always find time to annoy me. 

I hated the fact that he breathe the same air as me. 

I hated everything about him. 

Is it possible to hate someone this much? 

"What do you want, man-whore?" I muttered coldly, not wanting to make a conversation with him. 

"That was rude, babe." He feigned hurt, putting a hand over his heart dramatically. 

"Don't call me babe."  Ugh, will this guy ever leave me alone?

"You know you love it." He said flirtatiously, winking. He is such a pig!

Rolling my eyes as I started walking towards the girl's bathroom only to have him running after me. Stalker much?

"Stalker much?" I said, voicing out my thoughts. 

"I prefer you calling it 'guarding you from danger'. " He smirked. Yeah, right. Guarding from danger my ass. 

"Sure." I said sarcastically, hoping he'd get the idea to just leave me alone. 

"Do you have any idea how pretty you are?" I turned to look at Blake, heat rushing up my cheeks. "Well, with a mask on."  

"You idiot!" I flicked his forehead, making him scowl.

"Yeah, the only idiot that you love. I know you can't get enough of me that you always think about me before you drift to dreamland, princess." He smirked. Might as well play along, aye?

Turning my head towards him, slowly leaning in to whisper seductively, "You're right. I can't help, but wonder how hideous can someone be." I pulled away laughing, moving towards the bathroom door. 

Holding the knob, I felt my body slam against the wall as a pair of warms lips crash onto mine. Before I could register what just happened, I felt myself kissing back this unknown person, wrapping my hands into his hair. Holding me close by the waist, he run his bottom lip across mine, asking for access. I opened my mouth without hesitation, savoring his mint taste. Our tongues battled with dominance, but he ended up winning.

I snapped back to reality, and abruptly pushed my mystery kisser. I gasped to see Blake. Staring at each other with wide eyes, I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. 

I slapped him hard, and bolted towards out towards the football field with thoughts swirling my mind, almost impossible for me to catch up. That kiss never happened. He just can't do that. That bastard. Oh my god, I just cheated on Rider! I'm such a slut.

No, he broke up with you, remember?  

I felt a pang inside my chest as I realized the truth. We're not together anymore. I scanned around the field, reminiscing the first time I saw him when he tried out back in freshman year. My eyes drifted towards the locker room where I always drop by to wish him goodluck before the games started when we were friends and when we finally got together. Looking towards the bench where I always used to sit during his practices, my eyes teared up. I miss him too much. I just couldn't bear the fact that we finally split. You'd probably think that I'm just a hopeless teenager who knows nothing about love, but what I felt about him is real. 

I loved him, and I probably always will.  

Leaning my head against the wall, pulling up my knees up to my chest as I took a deep breath. How can Blake do this? My life was pretty complicated before that, and he just came into the picture making it more complicated for me. I touched my lips, remembering every single detail of the kiss we just had. It was so awkward. We were even ready to pounce each other and bickered to death. Enemies aren't supposed to kiss each other. 

"There's a thin line between love and hate, y'know?" 

There comes the little voice in my head again. And yeah, right. I doubt that. 

Whoever made that line is definitely stupid.

Love and hate are opposites, dimwit.

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I stared at the reflection in front of me. My messy blonde hair clung to my sweaty forehead. My used -to- be shining dark blue eyes are glassy with dark bags beneath it. In all, the girl staring back at me looked so torn and broken. I looked at her, sympathetically. 

Sighing, I turned the faucet on and splashed the cold water on my face, mixing it with tears. I guess I had enough for today. I turned the running water off and wiped my face with my handkerchief. 

The bell rang, signalling for the third class of the day. I can't skip any more classes today. So I walked out of the bathroom, hoping not to see any of Blake's or Rider's shadow for the whole day.

I took a deep breath as I nervously knocked on the door for my next class and opened it slowly. 

"Ms. Johnson, you're late." Mr. Miller shook his head disapprovingly, his arms crossed against his chest. 

"Girl problems, sir." I muttered quietly, looking down. My innocent act never fails me, hoping it would work again this time. 

"Oh. I'll let you off the hook today since it's your first time being late to my class. You may take your seat now." He said, turning back to class. I carefully walked hesitantly towards my seat, trying to act oblivious to the stares burning through my back. I sighed mentally, nosy teenagers.

My heart clenched as my eyes met a familiar warm hazel ones. I averted my gaze and quickly took my seat next to his. Thankfully, my seat is next to the window. I can see Rider in my peripherial view, staring at me. Trying my best to ignore the tugging in my heart to hug him, I lay my head on my desk. 

I abruptly stood up when the bell rang, signifying that the class was over. I clutched my head as I felt myself getting dizzy, holding my desk with my free hand for support. My eyes getting blurry, feeling myself fall slowly, hearing the muffled scream of Mr. Miller. Someone grabbed me by the waist before I hit the concrete until I was swallowed by the darkness.

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Chapter 2. Do you believe that there's a thin line between love and hate? I guess not. I'm sorry if it's not long enough. I'm too lazy to write to write. I promise to make it longer next time. SO yeah, Enjoy reading. Comment your thoughts. Vote if you like it. 

To be edited.

xx Natalia