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"My god," I heard Hayden mutter as I slid out of my shirt. I jumped. "I hate you so much." I glanced at her and kept getting changed, before I realized that I had to get out of my underwear as well. So I just kinda stopped and looked at her with my hands on my hips with only my bra and shorts on. "Why do you hate me?" "Look! Look at your stomach!" She strode up to me and poked my stomach. "You don't do anything! You sit there and you eat potato chips and you play video games. How do you do it?" I looked down at my stomach. I wasn't sure what she was talking about so I ventured a guess. "Are you calling me fat?" I blinked. Hayden scowled a

I hate you. I hate the feeling of your lips under mine. I hate that your touch sets my skin on fire. I hate that when you look at me, I know full well what you're thinking. I hate your dazzlingly suave smile. I hate your beautiful, soul-searching eyes. I hate the way you flick your hair out of your face and smirk at me. I hate the way you wink and then laugh as loud as you can. I hate your laugh, the laugh that sounds like windchimes and the laugh that makes me want to apologise. I hate your sadness. I hate the way your shoulders slump when you don't think I'm looking. I hate that you think I don't see the lie behind your eyes. I hate that

8] Innocence She had a queer sense of innocence to her, which annoyed me to no end. "Are you actually a child?" I scowled at her. "You are twenty six years old, try to act like it..." She looked up at me with that weird twinkle of innocence in her eyes. She had just been sitting on my bed, hugging one of my pillows and biting it. She had looked like a six year old that had been sent to her room. It annoyed me that she hadn't gone to her room – she went to mine. "I'm like... Six mentally. I have a childish innocence." I couldn't disagree.