He hated her. Not the I-don't-like-you kind of hate. No. He hates her with every fiber of his being. Her mere presence set him off. He hates her know it all smile and the way she brushes her hair out of her face when she is upset. The way She played with her hands when she's nervous or made snarky remarks whenever he walked into a room. He hates her with every fiber of his being. She hated him. With every fiber of her being. With his sarcastic comments and devilish grin. She hated the way he never would address her politely, or at all for that matter. He was rude and annoying and she hated it all. Everything about him. She couldn't stand it. But then again, there's a very thin line between hate and love..