Blurred Sentimentality

I Hate You (Ch. 8)

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Olivia

Chaz let go of my arm and stepped to the back, his dark eyebrows furrowed and his lips in a straight line. I already missed the feeling of being close to him and getting to see his eyes close-up. That mysterious blue color. It was a weird feeling. He always seemed like the guy with the perfect life, but his eyes proved otherwise.

I felt someone poke my back, I uncomfortably turned to find Brittney standing there. Looking annoyed.

"What are you doing?"

"Ginger here doesn't know how to walk without pumping into people." He said form behind me with a sarcastic tone and I could feel him roll his eyes.

"Or someone is acting like he owns this house." I moved sideways to get a view of both of them.

"Come on, you're mad about that?" He guffawed. "Stop being childish. We have a match, what do you have?"

"I just wanted to practice with the team. You were playing a 5 vs 6 match!"

"So what?"

"You're so annoying and self-centered."

"You're getting mad about stupid things. We have a match and we need to practice alone. Can you get this through your thick skull?"

"Excuse me? It's not like your match is tomorrow?!"

"It's not like you'll be in the match."

I was losing my temper. His face remained neutral which got me even more angry. True. I won't be in the match, but the match isn't tonight or something. This isn't the last time they practice, and this isn't the only place they can practice in.

"Plus, the team is too good anyways." He rolled his eyes. Brittney looked amused.

"You think you all are too good for me?" I tried my best to stay calm, but the expression on my face didn't look calm at all.

"Yeah the team is too good and we're serious about this. You're wasting my time y'know?"

"Just because everyone supports you with football and that you're good at it doesn't mean others aren't! I know I'm not as good as you, but do you know what I went through to practice this damned thing?! You have the ideal life. Your parents probably supported you with this a bit too much. For me it's different, yet I'm still working and being humble." I lost my chill, literally shouting everything at him.

"Who told you I have the ideal life? You're over here talking shit like you know everything about me." The neutral face of his was wiped, and replaced with an angry, intimidating expression. The small glow in his eyes disappeared and became pure dull.

"I fucking hate you." I said.

"It doesn't make a difference to me, does it?" He said, slowly. Making sure the words get to my head.

I didn't hate him. I actually liked him, but what I hated is his complicated side. I sighed heavily and stomped my way back inside. I got to the first room I found and sat on a bed. I couldn't help but cry. I never got this emotional while being in an argument, it went from the most stupid thing, not playing football, to talking about no one supporting me with this sport, and mentioning his parents. I didn't know anything about him, how dare I mention something like this?

Thin lines of tears were falling down my cheeks, and I tried my best to keep it silent. I felt weak. Since when did I cry about useless shit? Since when did I care about what I said to a boy? I don't even like this guy that much to the point that I'd do anything for him. Ever since we started talking things just got weird. I preferred it when I just had a crush on him, without even talking. Like that type of middle school crushes and all that crap. Now I'm already sick of him.