Hate

Prologue

Y/n's POV 

"Ugh!" I groan in exhaustion, flopping down on the just built bed. It was nothing but the matress currently, but it still felt nice to lay down and relax.

We literally just moved into a new house in Highland Park. It was a long five hour car ride from Sacramento. I was hoping we would be living in a nice area, but this kinda crappy little neighborhood seemed a little too shady for me. Guess I won't be going out alone at night.

"Y/n, sweetie! Come out here!" I hear my mom call from the kitchen, Just as I laid down. I roll my eyes but get up anyway, dragging myself to the kitchen.

"What do you want mom?" I ask, I'm pretty sure failing at hiding my annoyance. I always had a short temper and was definitely not good at hiding it, especially from my mom. But my short temper was also why I always got in trouble at school.

Whenever a kid pissed me off I'd go off on them and insult them. My teachers said that I "was a good student", but I "needed to work on my attitude towards other students and watch my language", like I was an idiotic dumbass like the rest of the students.

"First I want you to change that tone" She retorts with'the look', I immediately straighten up. I definitely do not  want to piss her off, or else I'll get smacked so hard I'll forget we even moved.

"But I thought you might want to go out and look around the neighborhood. Maybe you could find some kids and make friends. I do not want you to be as anti-social as you were back in–" 

"Okay mom! I get it!" I cut her off, not wanting to hear her talking about how I didn't want to make friends with kids back in Sacramento.

But in my defense, the kids over there were stupid. Not a single one could come up with a comeback to mine, when they insulted me. Granted they were eight to nine years old. But if I could do it, they could too.

"I'll go! But if these kids are just as stupid, don't expect this to be any different from Sacramento" I grab my helmet from one of the boxes, pink and green packing peanuts littered the ground.

"At least you're going out, I'd call that a mom win. But be careful, Y/n!" She calls out as I'm closing the door, I snicker at her 'mom win'. I just do a two fingered salute before slamming the door closed.

I sigh, seeing my breath in the cold January air. I hop on my bike and start pedaling down the side walk, seeing different kids playing outside. None caught my interest though. It was fun just riding my bike around though.

"Ah!" I groan as something flies and hits me, knocking me off my bike. I land roughly on something, hearing a loud CRACK! Please tell me that crack was something I landed on, and it wasn't my body.

"Bro! Your fat ass broke the freaking frisbee!" A voice exclaims angrily. They kick my leg trying to get me to get up. What a great way to greet someone!

"I'm fine! Thanks for asking!" I respond in annoyance to this person's rudeness. They're lucky I broke they're frisbee or else I would have thrown right at their face.

I finally look up to meet the person's eyes. It was girl with icy blue eyes, they seemed more intimidating by her glare. She also had blonde hair with palish skin. She was probably like a year younger than me.

She pushed me out of the way and picked up the cracked, neon green frisbee. She looked like she was about to start yelling but a voice stopped her.

"Billie, what happened?" A guy, with blonde hair and blue eyes as well, walked over. I'm guessing he could feel the tension between us. It wasn't that hard because we were having a stare down like in those Western movies.

"What's wrong?" He asks, cautiously placing a hand on the girls–I'm guessing Billies–shoulder. What a weird name for a girl...Billie.

"Nothing, except this dumbass broke the frisbee" She hands the guy the broken disk, not breaking her glare. Okay this girl is starting to really piss me off. The guy glanced between the frisbee and me, but my eyes were trained on 'Billie'.

"Okay listen here, I don't appreciate being called a "dumbass" by someone who looks like Dopey from Snow-white. And the fact you're calling me that while you don't even know me, says more about you than it does about me" I bit back a smirk as a surprised look took over her features.

"Okay, look kid I  don't appreciate someone insulting my sister like that. I get it, she called you a dumbass, but attacking someone based on their looks is not cool. At all, you get it" He wasn't saying it in a rude way, yelling, or anything remotely hostile. He was calm.

I felt myself shrink back slightly, I actually felt bad because he was right. It was wrong of me to say that, but it actually wasn't true, she was bad looking. I just felt attacked and responded with my initial thought.

"You're right guy I don't know, I shouldn't have done that" I look down at the pavement, not wanting to look into the guys blue eyes. But I had to look up at some point, and as much as it hurt my pride, I looked up to the girls icy blues. They were still in a steady glare 

"I'm sorry" I apologize, trying to sound as genuine as possible. Pulling on a sincere look as I look into her menacing icy blue eyes. She didn't say anything for a second, and I was scared that she was gonna snap and attack me.

But luckily she did. "Okay, I forgive you" Her tone wasn't forgiving though, it was pure boredom. She snatches the frisbee from the guys hand and begins to walk away. I felt my irritation come back, along with utter shock.

Shock at how someone could be such an inconsiderate bi–

"Billie!" The guy says in a warning voice. "What do you say?" She slowly turns around with a scornful look. Her eyes briefly narrow at both me and the guy. But she walks closer to me and takes a deep breath.

"You owe me three dollars for the frisbee" Is all she says before walking back towards the door, inspecting the disk. As if trying to see if she could fix it.

"I'm so sorry about her. She can be kinda–um...well..." He trails off, trying to find the right word to describe Billie.

"Pissy? Incontinent? Crass?" I name off the nicer ways to call her a not-so-nice name. Ones that wouldn't get me in trouble. "Should I go on?" I ask. I see him bite back a smile, a small snicker escaping.

"I was gonna say difficult but um, yeah. I guess that works too" He replies making me bust out laughing. "Also how do you know those words? I didn't know what those meant until I turned fourteen" He says, sounding actually serious.

I tilt me head at him in confusion.

"And how old are you now?"

"Fourteen"

I realized he was teasing and start laughing. He joins in, lightly punching me shoulder in a friendly way.

"No, but seriously, how old are you?" He asks curiously. I was kinda shocked. I don't know why I was expecting these kids to be like...well like Billie. But this guy actually seemed really nice and genuine.

"I'm eleven" I put me hands into my pockets nervously. This was the part where I expected him to not wanna be my friend due to our age difference. Aren't teenagers supposed to be stuck-up, snot nose, bratty kids, who cared about themselves only?

"Wow, you're pretty creative with your insults for someone who's only eleven" He compliments making me take a step back in shock.

"Oh, well, thank...I guess" I lightly bow my head as an instinct, but realize that's stupid and stop. "By the way I'm Y/n" I introduce.

"Nice to meet you Y/n, I'm Finneas" He sticks his hand out. I politely take it, hoping me hands weren't sweaty from keeping them clenched during my interaction with Billie.

"You wanna hang out? We could ride our bikes if you want" He proposes with a shrug. I smile at him and pick up my bike, that was tipped over.

"Yeah dude, of course!" I accept which made him smile brightly.

"Cool, let me go grab my bike" He runs off towards the did of the house, I'm hoping to grab his bike and not ditch me.

Mom's gonna be happy that I made a friend already.

And possibly an enemy.