I Hate Him

2. His eyes

The next day, Simon hadn't approached them in the morning, which made them happy, however when they got into their formroom and saw him standing at the front next to the teacher with a smirk on his face, their moods dropped. They sat and waited until everyone has arrived. The teacher looked at them all and smiled.

"Everyone, today, we have a student who is transferring from a lower class, introduce yourself," she said to Simon. Everyone already knew who he was, but he stepped forward anyway.

"My name is Simon, I'm 18, and I can't wait to leave here," he said, still smirking. A few people snickered, while others muttered, "doesn't everyone?" or "you can say that again".

Ellie watched as his feet got closer. They guy next to her wasn't in. He got closer, before settling himself in the chair next to her. She visibly sighed.

"Oh, don't act like you don't love me," he said arrogantly. "I know you do. But don't worry, almost every girl in this school does."

"Ugh, get over yourself. Do you know how ridiculous you sound?" scowled Ellie, turning away from him.

He frowned and gently grabbed her face, turning it to look at him. He looked into her eyes, big and brown. She was forced to look into his. They were blue, and it surprised her because they were so beautiful. They were a dark ocean blue, with small specks of gold. She got herself lost in them, while Simon held her face gently. She looked away and frowned.

I hate him because his eyes are so bloody perfect.