Prologue

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"I hate you." I said to him while punching his nose. We've been fighting for the past 5 minutes, I'm surprised a teacher hasn't noticed anything yet. There was a big crowd of 6th graders surrounding us, cheering us on. He then flipped me and said:

"Oh baby, I know you don't mean it." He smirked blocking all of my hits and pinning me down. As the cheering continued, a small, lanky kid told us a teacher was coming. Not even in a second, everybody scattered away and both me and my enemy were on our two feet, as if nothing happened.

"I know you two can't stand eachother, but next year you guys will be in highschool. Is this seriously how both of y'all will be acting?" Ms. Gina asked us. She was a very beautiful woman. She loved children. She was young, in her mid-twenties. She was around 5"6, she had a beautiful dark golden skin complexion. Every guy in school weren't able to control themselves because of her. If anything happens, I would always go to see her no matter what. Anyways, she knew how much me and the devil himself did not get along well, and it all started in the 4th grade.

His name is Trey Nelson. Boy do I hate him. He's a family friend, we grew up together. I swear, at every family party, him and my cousins would always pick on me. Out of all the girls, me. Thank god I had my best friend Layla, she has always been there for me and I know she always will. Trey has been bullying me since baby years, I never really cared until the 4th grade I decided to stand up for myself. The summer after the 3rd grade we hung out almost everyday, mind you we were only 8 years old and he tells me he loves me... So me, being me, I rejected him. Guys I was so shocked I didn't even think I was speaking to the same Trey.

Starting the 4th grade, being the idiot that he is, he told everyone that I liked him and if that wasn't bad enough, he said I tried to kiss him. I obviously denied everything which caused way too many problems, so we've been fighting ever since.

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It was finally the end of  the day, as well as the last day of school. I'm honestly so excited, summer vacation, my skin will be sun kissed, I'll be chilling at the beach-- what in the world does HE want? He just stood there, staring at me. I'm getting really pissed off, because all I want to do is go back home, eat and be happy at the thought that I won't be seeing any of those ugly rats ever again.

"Would you like a picture? It'll last longer."  I said clearly annoyed by his presence.

"Actually, yeah." He said seriously. I looked at him with a blank face wondering if he was serious or not.

"Boy please." I laughed walking away. He than grabbed my arm hard and stared me down. How is no one saying anything?! Oh right, they all left because its SUMMER VACATION! Ugh this boy is really pissing me off.

"Look Veronica--" What???? He called me by my actual name? What happened to 'stank face', 'skunk breath', or when he feels like being nice 'pretty lady'?

"I gotta tell you something." He said hesitantly.

"Well better start now, 'cause I ain't got all day." I answered irritated by him taking his time. He took a long, deep breath just to say:

"I'm leaving."

"Well so am I. Bye." I started walking off but he grabbed my arm again.

"No I'm actually leaving. I won't be in Montreal anymore. I'm moving to the states. My mom was shot 2 weeks ago by gang member, Tyrell Jones, so my brother decided to kill him, but he killed his sisters and his mother instead. We tried to keep it as secretive as possible.. The service was just last week. I'm surprised your brother hasn't told you. Before I leave, even though I hate you, I'll miss you." He said forcing back his tears. God I felt so bad, I didn't know what to do.

"Wait but if you leave, who will be my new punching bag?" I asked trying to light up the mood.

"You were always funny." He chuckled.

"Bye, pretty lady." He kissed my cheek, winked at me and left. My greatest enemy left. I should be the happiest person alive, but honestly, even though I wanted to stick my foot up that big mouth of his every two seconds, I was going to miss him.

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