Precious

The Crying Game Part 1

My passionate hate for Alexander only grew stronger and stronger every day. Each time I saw him, I gave him the nastiest looks I had, which he returned with fervor. 
Sometimes the mere sight of him caused me to pant heavily with anger. I couldn't help it - I was boiling inside with hatred for the disgusting boy. 

In the present occasion, I had gone past panting and was basically hyperventilating with anger as I saw Alexander across the hall taking the books out of his locker. For once, I decided to wait for Nikki to get her books out of her locker so we could head to class together. Unfortunately, her locker was directly across Alexander's. 

I guess Alexander felt my evil stare as he quickly turned to me and smiled, as if he were irresistible. 

"I mean can you believe him? He's so in love with himself." I scoffed and said to Nikki, my gaze unwavering from Alexander's. While I was staring him down, he grimaced at me, as if repulsed. His glare made me feel ashamed but I had to maintain my resolve. I couldn't look away, because then I'd be the weak one. 

If anyone was paying attention to us, they'd see two hot people staring at each other in a pissed off way like weirdos. But I didn't care what others thought, so I continued glaring at him with the most evil look I contained.

"I'll always think he's hot." She shook her head with a sorry laugh. "I mean did you see how gorgeous he looked when he was soaked during your nasty fight with him?" She slammed the door of her locker and continued, "which was, I repeat, the best thing to ever happen at this school." Nikki comments and laughter about Alexander's amazing physique filled my thoughts with the overwhelming visuals I received that day. Quickly, I shook my head and gave her my death stare, as I was infuriated she would put those pictures in my mind. 

"So not the point Nikki! I can only think of one H-word when it comes to him, and it's anything but hot." I rolled my eyes at her.

Hate. Hate. Hate. Is what I felt. I never hated anyone with the passion I hated Alexander with. Especially after having to redo my mani-pedi, because I had to pick up trash with him for an hour in detention.

When I looked back at Alexander, he shook his head and laughed as he walked, probably to our next class. Surely, he was proud because he knew he had won this eye-staring battle.

But I would win the war.

"Speaking of that incident, you have another date request." Nikki spoke, distracting me from my thoughts. I rolled my eyes at the thought. 

Guys had started attacking me with dates after seeing me wet and practically naked during my fight with Alexander. The first date request I got was the same day of the epic showdown. I was walking to the parking lot, and Nikki came running after me saying someone gave her a note for me. The note lamely asked me if I wanted to go on a lame date with a lame guy. Naturally, I told her to reject the nerd to his face. Somebody must have seen Nikki reject the nerd, but somehow it emboldened the nerd cause against me. Since then, I've had five or six other guys completely beneath me go to Nikki to ask me out. Another three or four popular guys requested dates with me too, but I found their timid approach gross.  As a result, I've made her reject a running total of twelve boys.

"Tell the loser, if he doesn't have the guts to tell it to me to my face, then it's a no from me." I rolled my eyes.

"Don't be so harsh, Estella. If I had half as many guys asking me out as you, I would be jumping for joy. You should be cashing in on the fact that all the boys saw you in your bra and shorts." Nikki giggled, reminding me of the incident.