I hate his raven colored hair.
I hate his deep onyx eyes.
I hate his ‘bad boy’ persona.
I hate how he walks around the school like he owns the place.
I hate how he got me and my friends into trouble because he was too cocky.
I hate the fact that girls waste their time ogling at him.
I hate how he insults my friends.
I hate how he insults me.
I hate how he drives me crazy with his indifference towards my insults.
And most of all, I hate that no matter how much I try to stay mad at him, he’s still the only reason why I smile.