Ten reasons why I hate you

Reason number one

Reason 1.

**

I was peacefully sleeping when the alarm went off, I tried shutting it off, but it couldn't stop. I grabbed the notice and threw it onto the wall. I groaned as I got up from the bed and to the bathroom across my room.

Once I finished with the bathroom, I grabbed my phone that I placed on the night table. I bit my lip as I read the texts I got from Lucas. Yes, I still have his number. I sighed as I opened them.

Lucas:

Picking you up in 5🥴

WHAT?

I dialed his number and raised my phone to my right ear. "Hello?"

"Are you out of your mind?" I whined.

"What? I want you to tell me the first reason why you hate me," he said on the other side of the phone.

I licked my lips, "you're so stupid. I hate you."

"So, the first reason is that I'm stupid?"

"Oh no, I'm not wasting any reasons," I shook my head.

"You're rude."

"Good morning, tell me about it," I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, I'll hang up now if you'll be here in five."

"Honey, I'm just pulling over your driveway, so get your ass ready."

"Fuck you."

I hung up as I ran towards the closet, opened it to see what to wear. I decided to play it safe since it's almost summer. I wore blue denim shorts, a basic white t-shirt, and white sneakers.

I brushed my hair, and I hurriedly ran out. Lucas was there, waiting for me. I climbed into the passenger seat, and he just looked at me with a grin on his face.

I rolled my eyes, "why are you so happy? It's seven in the morning!"

"So? It means that we are starting this day with only positive vibes, Malia," he said as he started driving. "How did you sleep?"

"Why do you care?" I asked.

He sighed, "because you're my friend."

"I am not your friend. I don't like you," I raised my eyebrows.

"Rude much?"

"Yep," I nodded. "Don't you want to know the first reason?"

"Not now," He shook his head.

"Yes, now," I nodded. "Go to our old school, the school where we met."

"We were in kindergarten," he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"I know that now go there," I demanded.

He looked at me, his eyes widened, "are you serious?"

I narrowed my eyes, "I want to show you, dork."

"Show me what?" He asked. Oh my god, he's so stupid.

"Don't you want to know the first reason or just ignore it and wait for tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow for the second reason?" He rose an eyebrow.

"Can we just go to the kindergarten school?" I whined.

"Okay, okay! Don't cry," he smirked. "So, we are skipping school?"

"Not technically, we are going, but after I show you."

**

When we arrived at our old school, we got out of the car. "What are we going to tell them?"

"Leave it all to me," I smirked as we got it. We made our way to the front desk, and there was an old lady whose age was between 40 to 45.

"Hello, ma'am, how may I help you?" She asked. "Do you... want to enroll your kid here?"

She looked between Lucas and me, and I couldn't help but let out a laugh loud. "Lucas and I? Have a kid together? In his dreams!"

"Mmm, then what do you need, ma'am?"

"Last night I was looking for a picture of my dad and me, But I couldn't find it; I take it with me every day. You know, my dad passed away two years ago," I frowned. "I remembered that last week we came here to play with the kids, and I just want to make sure I didn't drop it here."

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss! You can enter, and here I'll give you a pass," she handed me a card.

"Thank you," I thanked her as I led the way to the playground.

Lucas followed me like a lost puppy, but finally, we reached.

"The playground?" He scoffed. "What did I do?"

"You pushed me," I sighed. "Remember I was on top of the slide with you behind me? You were with Scott, and you wanted to make him laugh, so you pushed me to the ground? I got hurt, and I had a cut on my forehead." (the slide is on the side)

Lucas stayed quiet.

So I continued, "when the teacher asked me who pushed me, and I had to lie and said that I tripped myself."

"Honey, did you find the picture?" The lady approached us from behind.

"No," I shook my head. "Sorry to bother you."

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I'll make sure the workers here look for it everywhere," she hugged me. I was shocked.

I hugged her back awkwardly, "we'll see you soon, miss. Thank you for letting us inside."

"You're welcome, darling! Come whenever you want," she grinned.

I nodded, I waved to her, and we made our way out of the school. We climbed into the car, and Lucas looked at me.

"I'm sorry," he said. "You still have the scar."

"It's okay," I shrugged. "The worst is yet to come."

Reason number one: kindergarten incident.