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.
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