Being Nice Is For Losers (DISCONTINUED)

"I fucking hate you." "Okay you know what?" he said and stepped closer to me. Acting on instinct, I backed up only to hit the sink. He put each of his hands on either side of the counter and loomed over me. "Why? What did I ever do?" "We just do. We've always hated each other." "Who ever said I hated you?" he asked, h...