I Hate Him [COMPLETE]

Chapter 1

I hate him. 

Hate him. 

HATE HIM. 

No, this isn't a dang poem. 

See; no rhymes. 

Well, at least I'll tell you about him. 

No! I don't want to. 

He stands in front of me. Arms folded in front of his built chest. 

Eyes so brown I imagine stupid brownies all the time. 

I breathe in deeply and breathe out. 

"What are you doing here?" I hissed slamming my locker door. 

Harry put on a sly grin. 

"To tell you something." He said simply. 

I looked away, focusing on the students walking around us cheering "Go Eagles! Go Go Go!"  

The basketball game was about to begin and I had to record the game. 

"Well...?" I asked angrily. 

He leaned against my locker as I held onto my camcorder. 

I flipped my blonde hair over my shoulder trying to show that I'm getting impatient. 

That's why I hated him. He never got to the point. But, of course that's not the only reason. 

"I like you," he said. 

My automatic reaction was... "Haha!" I laughed loudly. "Seriously, what did you wanna say?" 

I hated him, and I hated his jokes. But this one was just hilarious. 

My stomach flipped tons of times as I noticed that he wasn't laughing. 

His tan face was covered by a serious grin. 

"Come on, I gotta go record the game!" I beamed. 

He leaned in closer to me as I took a step back. My heart pounded faster once I noticed what he was about to do. 

I put my index finger against his lips and he was two inches away from my face. 

"No," I demanded. 

He opened his eyes and pulled my hand down. 

My heart beat got harder and faster like drums in a hard rock concert. 

I could barely breathe once he did it. 

To tell you the truth, the kiss wasn't half bad. Okay, it was amazing. Who could know that your enemy is the best kisser?! 

I felt him push me against the locker as the kisses continued. 

My lips felt the softness of his and I couldn't stop loving it even more. 

Once I got my brain to focus on the situation I pushed him away. 

"What the hell was that?" I yelled. 

The people around us stared at the situation. 

Great. All we need is viewers. 

"You kissed me," he said. 

"No; you kissed me." I said loudly. 

"But you kept on kissing." 

"So did you." I walked away to the large gym. 

The hallway felt like a safe place as I headed to the game. Why did he do that? Why did I do that? 

I will never know.