11 Reasons why I Hate You

French class

Ah, French. The so-called language of love. The language of romance. Hearing any guy with a deep voice speaking it would make you swoon. Well, for me, it just makes me hate it even more.

The only reason I'm taking this class is that it's great for my university application. I would do anything to get out of this hellhole. Even endure this dump of a school for 6 months. Once we turn eighteen by the end of this year, I'm pretty sure the orphanage ain't responsible for our actions from here on out. I'm making sure I'm well prepared for university.

Monsieur Louis, a.k.a. Lou actually doesn't know French and he knows it. He just says random French words that sound fancy to disguise the sad fact. He doesn't even know how to pronounce rendezvous for fuck's sake. Like even Leah, who isn't particularly trying can say it. Anyway, I'm relieved we both have French together (I do think you know the reason).

As Jonah and Mason are in the same class too.

"What other words do you think Lou will mess up today?" Leah asked, bringing me back to the present moment. We were walking to French class with only 5 minutes to spare. We didn't mind being late.

"The usual Leah, the usual fucking words," I replied with a bored tone, slamming open the door. And what we saw may surprise a freshman, but as a senior, I was already used to seeing Jonah making out with prissy bitchy Christina on the teacher's table right in front of me. I know they were just making out for the attention and to make other people jealous of their relationship. But trust me, there are totally not impressing me at all with their guts and all to make out on the teachers' table. That's seriously not cool. I nonchalantly walked to my seat, followed by Leah who stopped by the two 'lovers'.

"You have no tact at all. Not cool."

Fact check: Christina Gray, head of the cheerleading squad which has been winning regionals since she stepped in. I hated to admit it, but man, she can cartwheel. Too bad her personality's shit. The only reason the cheer squad listens to her is that the principal is her dad.

What makes it worse is if we do so much as to even lay a finger on her, he suspends you for two weeks and you're immediately on his bad side.

Anyways, the whole class hears Lou's shoes clicking their way towards the class and everyone bumbles to their seats. The two lovers, however, just stay there until Lou's right at the door, then they take off. Christina even has the guts to flip her hair and reapply her lip gloss right in front of him.

Jonah takes his usual seat at the back with Mason while Christina heads towards me, high heels and all and towers above me.

"You're in my seat. Get lost Lisa."

I pretend she never said that in the first place. "Your big heads blocking my view."

"Well, It wouldn't be if I called for my dear old dad right?" She smiled sweetly, seemingly knowing that I would just give up my seat for her.

Spoiler alert: I did. Can't risk that two-week suspension, am I right?

"Fine, I'll MOVE then!" My voice boomed across the whole class. My temper soaring. I got up hastily and moved to another seat across the class away from Leah, who mouthed, 'I'm sorry' to me. I knew she really was sorry when she purposefully and loudly may I add, shifted her table away from the evil bitch while scoffing loudly so that the whole class could hear her. 

Louis, with a sigh of relief, finally continued the lesson, easing the tension in the class.

~During the lesson~

I already made the habit of moving as far away from Christina as possible. It would seem like a great plan at first but only I realised that I was way closer to Jonah at the back. 

And when I said way close, I meant right in front of him. I could already feel his legs resting on my chair, literally squeezing me. I groaned internally and pushed back a little to retaliate. He obviously noticed and jerked my chair to the front. Making it screech loudly, causing Monsieur Louis to turn around from the board.

"Ms Addison, garder le silence, s'il vous plaît!" He exclaimed with a neat scowl on his face. "Vous aussi, Mr Beckett!" (Ms Addison, keep silent, please! You too, Mr Beckett!) I turned around to glare at Jonah, only to receive a condescending smirk which nearly made my heart skip a beat. 

"I hate you, Beckett," I growled.

"Aww Addison, I love you too," He replied while Mason did kissy faces at me. 

Dipwads.

~After the lesson~

Right after the bell rang, it was time for lunch so everyone rushed out, ignoring Louis who was trying to hand out extra homework assignments. 

Thank god, I was starving. Having a slice of bread for breakfast does not get you by 3 hours of classes. Leah pulled me to the cafeteria, hoping to avoid the long lines of hungry students. It was Friday so the lunch ladies would prepare cheesy beef burgers that were even more delicious than those served at restaurants. Luckily for the both of us, we were both at our usual spot at the corner enjoying our meal as we watched students bustle in, disappointment etched onto their faces after taking a look at the long lines.

Haha losers. There was absolutely nothing that would ruin my time in the cafeteria.

"Hey loser."

I spoke too soon, didn't I?

Jonah came up to our table followed by Mason and the football team. I rolled my eyes while Leah scoffed loudly and told them to fuck off. Like the self-absorbed jerks they are, they ignored her and stood around the table. Of course, everyone was eyeballing us like hell, taking out their cell phones and started recording. Hated to admit it, but Jonah's daily insults were the only entertaining event that the whole school looked forward to.

"Don't you have anything else to do apart from being a huge dick?" I glared back at the well-built, stunningly hot guy towering over me. Instead of answering back like he always does, he ran a hand back through his hair like any vain narcissist would do when they think that they have all the time in the world.

I bet my life savings that there will never be a girl who would never drool at the sight of Jonah Anderson Beckett actually paying attention to you. Except me of course. Teehee. After a full 15 seconds passed, he replied.

"Other than standing in front of the mirror looking at myself, no?" He smirked. Mason gave him a slap on the back.

"Eww, arrogant much?" I quipped. My hands clenched. One more remark coming out of that pretty little mouth of his and I'm gonna blow up.

"I'm sorry. I'm too pretty."

That's it. I stood up quickly. He raised an eyebrow. Then I dealt the final blow.

SLAP!

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