11 Reasons why I Hate You

When I Met Him

I marched up towards the commotion. All pumped up and ready to scream my heart out.

"Hey you jerk, leave him-"

"Alone? Mind you own business, busybody!" He exclaimed, flicking my forehead. His friends laughed, pointing their meaty little fingers at me. I didnt know bullying even started at this age. Their so-called leader, ignored the scrawny kid and walked up towards me. Our eyes met. His eyes were a shade of navy-blue that were full of arrogance. He looked me up and down. "Loser."

I flushed bright red as a tomato as everyone listening to our conversation laughed boisterously. I was slightly regretting my decision but I knew my mom would be proud of me.

The scrawny kid obviously took advantage of this situation and picked up his broken glasses and rushed into the classroom, flashing a look of pity towards me before entering. How helpful.

"Its not nice to bully others. I dont think you should be doing it." I calmly analysed the situation at hand. Blowing up is definitely a great way to start my first day of my last year in this middle school that I just transferred to.

"Who said we were bullying him?" one of his friends retorted.

"You clearly were! I. Saw. It." I yelled back. The leader pushed me hard, making me topple to the ground like a lone bowling pin. He had a condescending smirk on his face as he knelt down towards my ear.

"You will regret messing with us, Lisa Addison." He whispered. "Trust me I will make your life a living hell."

"What's it to you? What happens if I move away from this place? How will you ruin my life then?"

"Oh dont worry. You wont be moving any time soon, regarding your family problems, am I right?"

I flushed crimson with a touch of fury. How does he even know about me living with Mother Marina and the other orphans at the church? For the first time in my life I was truly at a loss of words for so many reasons at once. Does he even understand the meaning of privacy? He didnt really have to blurt it out in front of everyone, did he? Or did he just want to to get everyone distracted from the fact that I, an insignificant orphan, just stood up to him.

"Hey, loser, I just asked you a question. Its rude not to answer you know?" He snapped his fingers in front of me, literally snapping me out of my daze.

I didnt know what to say but I had a lot of things that I would like to scream at him. Profanities even, from my dad when he was abusing and yelling at my mom and I to piss off. I merely walked away, clenching my fists. Ill get him one day, some day.

"Rude much? What a loser!" He yelled back at me and sauntered past me, again throwing me off my balance. My heart clenched It was like he had my heart in the palm of his hand. All he had to do was just squeeze.

I walked to an empty table and sat down. Coincidentally since karmas a bitch, that scrawny guy was right next to me too. I leaned over towards him.

"Hey, thanks for doing that just now." He squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. "You were of great help you know?" I immediately returned to my desk and took out my textbooks. It was homeroom and my teacher didnt need to introduce me to the whole class. They already knew who I was,

The Girl Who Had the Balls to Stand Up to Jonah Anderson Beckett.

And trust me, I didnt like it anymore than anyone did.

After homeroom, it was English next. As I walked out, that scrawny boy pulled me aside, probably to explain why he didnt help me.

"Hey, Lisa." His Harry-Potterlike glasses were askew. "I sincerely thank you for helping me but really youre not doing yourself any favours."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I did the same thing like you did when I first met him. Jonah Anderson Beckett. He's solid, like Teflon. He and his friends never back down from a fight. And they do not tolerate anyone who stands in their way, especially you." He snarled and poked his bony finger into my chest. "I'll do anything to get them to never notice me again, even if it kills me." He rushed off.

Oh poop, there goes my chance at gaining a new acquaintance in this goddamn school. Oh well, it was worth a try...

Then a hand slammed my face into the lockers. I heard a familiar snicker.

"Move it lame-ass. Your big butt's blocking my way."

That was the day I started hating him, to the core.

I hate how he made me cry on the first day I moved to this goddamn middle school.