I Hate You {h.s}

What do I think of the minute I hear Marcel Style's name? Asshole.

Marcel Styles used to be my absolute best friend. He was intelligent, caring, warm-hearted, and for a nerd, he had an amazing sense of humor. We used to be joint at the hip. Inseparable. That was until senior year began and he completely changed.

About four or five years ago, I moved to Trixton where I was attending Trixton High School. Marcel and I were devastated for being separated for so long up until his mom was transferred out here as well bringing all of their family with her. Marcel and I were so excited that we were finally going to spend at least one year of high school together.

That was until he became totally different.

Marcel was no longer my best friend that I had grown up with my whole life but was instead the super-jerk asshole of the school. He just completely changed. He didn't wear glasses anymore and instead had contacts. He threw out all his sweater vests and khaki's for Levi's and flannel. He no longer slicked his hair back but instead let it natural and curly. For heaven's sake, he even changed his name to "Harry Styles". Ugh, I hated the monster he became.

Marcel, or Harry, would go off to parties and hang out with all the cool kids meanwhile I was just pushed into his past. He never even acknowledges my presence but instead ignored it and everytime we made plans to catch up and see a movie, he'd bail and go to a party.
He just completely makes me sick. And you want to know what the worst part of this all is?

I am in love with him.