Reason 9: Friends.
I hate that you're friends with my friends. I hate it. I hate that I cannot spend time with them without your name being mentioned or you being there. I can't go drink with them, chill with them because you've got the be there with that stupid aggravating look on your face. You're so proud of yourself, for what; being there to irritate me.
The fact they don't even see how irritating and annoying you are just winds me up more. They fucking love you James, how the hell did you manage that? They adore you and I just can't bare it. They think the sun shines out of your arse. God, if I could just make them see all the things I see. If they knew you like I did. James, you disgust me.
People would ask why I stay with them if I hate you that much. I'll always tell them that I won't let someone as irrelevant as you take my friends and family away from me. They are my friends, they are the people that I call my family and you will not take that away. I will bare it through gritted teeth just to keep my family. I hate you, but not as much as I hate losing family.
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Repulsion - James Marriott [Completed]
Fanfictionrepulsion /rɪˈpʌlʃ(ə)n/ a feeling of intense distaste or disgust.