I was 16 when we started to be more than just friends. Or should I say frenemies, since we did hate each other. But that was way back then.
It was the end of summer, and I was going into my junior year. Lately I had been going through a lot. People were leaving me, noone understood me, and I was lonelier than ever. My confidence was at an all time low. It had never really been at a high peak anyways.
But let's get straight to the point.
I couldn't sleep one night, so I headed outside and walked through the park near the back of my house to my secret personal place.
It was a beautiful paradise to me. There's a beach with pretty clear water and palm trees all around. Since I'm one of the only ones who come here, I leave some blankets hidden in the bushes towards the woods. My parents, my siblings and I live on the west coast near the pacific ocean. California beaches are what I call home.
I had been caught up in my depression so much that I forgot about this place. That night, when I came to my secret beach, someone was there. A guy. It was too dark to see his face to know who he was. I went over to the bushes, got my blanket, and layed down.
The guy appeared to be looking in my direction so I got a bit creeped out. I just kept calm and sat still, but breathing heavily. I hope he couldn't hear me and sense my fear. I'm such a scaredy cat. Awkward.
"Vanessa?" he says clearly.
I really didn't know what to say. I had no idea who this guy was. I started to look at him, concentrating and looking closely.... and I recognized him. Vernado. The guy who teased me all throughout elementary school.
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Hate Means Love.
Teen FictionVanessa is a 16 year old 11th grader who has never had a boyfriend. She finds herself falling in love with Vernado, a black/hispanic boy who teased her all through elementary school. She runs into him by surprise on a chilly LA night. Can a bad boy...