I Hate Everything About Him.

One-Shot - Unedited.

I hate everything about him.

We're little more than acquaintances, but I already know I despise the boy. He's always got this stupid grin on his face, as if everything in this world amuses him to no end. Day after day he's surrounded by his friends, laughing and chatting as if they have nothing better to do. Whenever I'm forced to pass by the area he spends his breaks, I always see his stereotypically handsome smile, and something inside me cringes.

He might be a second-semester senior, but… It isn't fair. If anything, he should be anxious and wondering what he'll do with his life after graduation, instead of counting down the days until the end of his high school career.

I hate everything about him.

I'm always touchy when it comes to writing, and how people construe their words. While I will admit that my spoken phrases are often crude and the farthest thing from eloquent, he's always able to string together a phrase and make it seem right. Granted, he has three years on me, and he's already unearthed his writing style. But no matter what he's writing about, he's always able to make his point clear and concise, and with little room for opposing views to make a stable argument.

Perhaps it's a feeling better known as jealousy, or maybe envy, but whenever I read his writing, I can't bear to write down my own stories.

I hate everything about him.

Since I'm a freshman, it's typical that I'm teased by upperclassmen. During the first semester, they often stole my bag and refused to give it back to me while we were on the bus. I would whine and plead for help from others to retrieve it, but it was usually to no avail. He tended to sit across the aisle from me, and when I asked for his assistance, he posed another question back to me. Instead of scolding the others, he would say a few words that made me rethink my reasoning.

And then, one day out of the blue, he decided to come to my aid. He snatched my belongings back for me, and told the others to cut it out. It truly annoyed me to no end. Of all times, why did he have to help out then, and not before? I couldn't, and still can't believe it…

I'm in love with him.