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I hate you !
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Complete, First published Sep 26, 2018
Mature
Today is my first day of a new school , I'm so happy that I didn't think anything could go wrong......but it did because life's a bitch .

I was walking the hallways with my stuff that I got from the guidance office and I bump into a wall....no, not a wall....a living, breathing human .

"Watch where you're going." He angrily muttered .

I knew that voice anywhere.


I looked up and saw him there, he stood tall in black jeans and a white t-shirt, staring at the ceiling .

"Well, well, well, hello asshole." I said, glaring up at him. 

His eyes widened. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" He asked me.

"Apparently bumping into you." I said. 


"I hate you!" He said. 

"So do I, but you know what they say... actions speak louder than words." I said punching him square in the face.

He fell down holding his jaw.

"I hope it hurt." I said. 

Then I casually walked away like nothing ever happened, hiding my bruised hand in my jacket pocket.


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44 parts Complete Mature

I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*