I HATE YOU BUT I LOVE YOU-

Hi, my name is Marly Blossom-Sunshine. I'm 16 years old(because everyone is 16 on wattpad because we want to appeal to teenage girls who think this is real romance) and I am one uncomfortable looking female human being. I hate everything to do with DEAN FREAKING GOLDBLOOM because he's rich, sexy, and everything a teenage girl could want in a male lead character; including a being major douche who will emotionally abuse me, and control me through out this book. I don't hate him because of these things, I hate him because he told everyone I was a boy who ate worms in the second grade. I mean you'd think I'd be able to get over something that happened almost a whole decade ago, but no I can hold a grudge! I haven't seen Dean Freaking GOLDBLOOM since the third grade when his family moved away to some insignificant place, most likely California, Australia, or England, but I have a vision board in my closet that plots out how I will end him. No one knows about it except for my bestfriend Stacy who's actually super hot and kick ass. She wants to be a rock star, she totally will be because in these stories all the best friends have to be super confident and sexy right? RIGHT! Stacy would never tell anyone my secret plans because I keep her secret safe too, Stay is a spy. FUCK I JUST TOLD EVERYONE ON WATTPAD STACY'S SECRET. Also Stacy's mom has got it going on. Oh well I don't care because as always I'm a self centered, cold hearted, closed off bitch who doesn't care what anyone thinks about me, because in reality I only care about myself and ENDING DEAN FREAKING GOLDBLOOM. So there I was upstairs in my ugly ass room, in my shitty $500,000 dollar house(which is actually really nice) waiting for something, anything to happen when....

"Marla, could you come downstairs? Your father and I have something to tell you." I hear my evil stepmother scream.

"It's Marly you bitch!" I yelled back at her in angsty-hormonal-teen rage.

"I don't care get down here you brat." She yelled.

I trudged down the stairs again in my angsty-hormonal-teen range.

"What do you want Darcy?" I yelled at my Wicked 20 year old step mother, who was half my fathers age. She was doused in all pink, even her skin was pink, because we all know pink is the color signaling pure evil.

"Like don't talk to me that way like I'm your like mother." She cried suddenly becoming a valley girl for no reason, just because.

"Don't talk to your mother like that young lady." My super cool, funny, strict dad who didn't care what I did chastised me.

"That she witch is not my mother, my mother died in a horrible accident that I won't explain until later on in the story in a deep moment when I finally open up to another angsty teen whom I'm somehow forced to be with!"

I yelled at my father.

"Your marrying Dean FREAKING GOLDBLOOM." Darcy yelled at me.

"But he's Jewish."

"No I'm British." He suddenly said into my ear and in that moment I realized I loved him and and that he was my soul mate but I was still gonna bring him down!

"Judaism is a religion!"

"I know but Jewish is a nationality."

"What ever this stupid probably super offensive fight is over I hate you!"

"Good I hate you too now come home with me so we can fight some more then make out in a fit of rage and then I can tell you how much regret that and push you away!"

"Glady."

An with that we drove away on his super sexy motor cycle while his butler drove home the yacht because he's just THAT rich.