Hate Me

I've always hated Ian as long as I can remember. First grade Ian picked his nose and wiped his boogers on my paper. Second grade he tripped me in the cafeteria and landed face first on mashed potatoes. There's been a time where I would just look at him in absolute disgust. But there's also been times where I would just stare at him for the longest time possible. I hate myself for always looking at him that way. I hate him for making me want him so bad. I hate getting jealous when girls throw themselves at him and he goes along with it. But this year will be different. I'll have a fresh start. New school; new me.

I've always loved Red for as long as I can remember. She can't know that, though. She hates me or so she wants me to think she hates me. Well, if that's how she'll play then I'll play too.

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