The idiocy of perfection

Chapter Nine: The interesting continuity error

I don't think I'll finish this story, it's not really interesting, or at least no one reads it. *shrug* So, last chapter I guess.

Taylor could not have hated James more for those next two weeks. He had made her like him, made her think James Alexander Spencer was genuinely good. And then he had been a jerk, turning decency on and off.

Of course every once and a while they met in the hall and he would get all 'nice' and ask why I hated him but it only made me angrier. He played with my emotions, I liked him and then I couldn't stand him.

I just want to be Taylor again. To be the girl who hates the popular kids and loves reading. But it still makes me sad that James isn't what I wanted him to be. So I can't be Taylor again, can I? I want James to be a good person, and it sickens me.

Sadly, the weekend before Halloween my parents invited to house James the night his parents were gone. "We're building our friendship with the Spencers, which you brought up!" my mom announced when I walked in on her making the basement into a guest room.

"By having James STAY HERE?!"

"Yes, now go to your room and put on a good goddamn smile!" My mom yells, I stand there for a second then go upstairs, my mom doesn't swear.

Up in my room I hear the door open and close. I scowl and clench my fists, balling the sheets. I swear to god I'm going to avoid James for they entire weekend, even if he's tainting my house.

I turn Chainsaw up as loud as it can go and fall backward onto the bed. Closing my eyes I space out as much as possible.

There's a knock on my door, I decide to answer it. If I insult him enough he will probably just leave me alone for the weekend.

I open the door just enough to show myself and James looks at me, wary. Good.

"Got something to say?" I snap.

"Sorry I was a jerk to your friends." he replies.

"Good. Now are you done?" I answer. I don't care if James is sorry, I still don't like him. He can't just play with my emotions.

He sighs, "So you still hate me?"

"Last time I checked."

He looks directly in my eyes, "I'm sorry for whatever I did. I'll be downstairs."

Then he walks away and I close the door. Dammit, why does he have to look at me like that?

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My mom gets called for an 'emergency meeting' and my dad had a work dinner tonight so it turns out my and James are gonna be alone.

When my mom leaves I give her a miserable goodbye and turn back to James. "I'm making Ramen." I deadpan.

He nods and I grab two packets, I'm not gonna starve him. I start the noodles and turn around, James is watching me.

"Stop." I say, feeling uncomfortable. He turns the chair around, watching the still playing TV.

I bite my lip, maybe I'll be able to tolerate him. Why, why does he always make me think this? I'm going to spend forever nearly falling for James then climbing out of the abyss, only to trip again.

I shake my head, "Stop." Oh god, I said that aloud.

He doesn't turn around, "What should I stop doing?" He asks calmly.

I sigh, turning back to the noddles, "Just choose a personality." I whisper.

Somehow he hears me, James turns around, "I'm trying, I really am."