Justin Roberts- Hatred

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He came up to me, his arms around me. I pushed him away. "Get the fuck off me." I said angrily. He smirked. "You just weren't good enough." He smirked, his lip lifting up to reveal his teeth. "Get out." I said, trying so hard to stay angry. He put his arms around my waist and I looked into his eyes. His lips smashed into mine. He lifted me up onto the windowsill and heavily made out with me. He pulled away. "What was that?" He asked confused. "It's called hatred." I smirked, kissing him again. "Hatred..." He trailed off, smiling. "I like it." He nodded. He kissed me again and I pushed him away. He laughed, leaving my room.

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