I Hate You More.

"Sorry, so sorry, I didn't see," I immediately started, turning around to face the person I bumped into. He was a boy around my age with golden skin, deep brown eyes, and curly black hair. He looks good..., oh my god, shut up brain.

"Hey, no worries, are you ok?" he asked, his face showing genuine concern.

"Yeah, um thanks," I said shyly.

"I'm Ashoka by the way. High school senior. What about you? You look new."

"Yeah, I'm new, just moved yesterday. I'm Samira, also a Senior."

Ashoka nodded, his face brightening in a smile. "We're both in the same grade then, sweet. By the way, you can call me Ash. My friends call me Ash," he said.

"Oh, sure. You can call me Sam - that's what my friends call me," I said.

"Hey, um, can I see your schedule? I want to see if we have any classes together...," Ash said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh yeah, here," I said, pulling it out of my backpack. Ash stepped closer and leaned over my shoulder to read it. I felt another gaze on me, and looked up to see Jay giving me a look as another boy was intently talking to him. What's his problem? And why is he giving me that look?

Jay, the boy who I'm now living with, is a complicated person. Scratch that, he's very clear cut - he doesn't like me. But I don't care, because his parents adore me, and they're the ones providing me a roof to live under, and I'm eternally grateful. But Jay? Jay's a whole other story.... will we always hate each other this much? Or will we hate each other... more?