I Hate You (Book1)

•I HATE YOU 1•

I woke up fairly earlier than usual, I reluctantly got up from bed and walked towards the bathroom down the hall. I took a shower, with hot water obviously. Then found myself with the same dilemma as always... What to wear?

Hmmm.. Emo? Naw.

Mmmm.. Girly? Naw.

Uuuuhhh.. Geeky? Naw.

Uuumm.. Sophisticated? Naw.

Damn, I'll just wear leggings a gray shirt and some Timbs.

After I had my outfit I made my way downstairs to the kitchen and tried to ignore the fact that my dad was swallowing his wife's face.

"Mmm, Matty, stop your daughter is here!" His wife giggled pulling back.

It didn't bother me that my dad re-married after my mom died. It didn't bother me that it was someone younger. What bothered me was that he married a 23 year old that thinks is my mom.

"Good morning father, good morning.. Um, Desire," I said trying not to roll my eyes.

"Beyoncé, I have told you, you can call me mommy, it is totally fine with me," Desire smiled placing her hand on my arm.

"I know, but I am the one that's not comfortable," I said removing her hand from me.

"Beyoncé, is that attitude I detect?" My father asked raising an eyebrow.

"Mathew chill, it's all good, right Gis?" Desire said nudging me.

"Mhm," I said and my dad nodded leaving the room, "Don't ever call me Gis," I told her.

"Why? What's the big deal? We are family," she said smiling.

"No, we are not. Law and marriage doesn't make family," I said and grabbed my lunch bag leaving the kitchen. "Dad! I'm out!"

I got in my car about to drive to school.

Advantages of a rich dad:

-You get anything you want.

Disadvantages:

-So does you step mom.

I rolled my eyes at the sight of my step mom getting in her newly purchased Ferrari. She waved at me but I pretended to send a text. I put my phone down, turned on the radio and drove off.

I parked in the school parking lot and almost held up my middle finger at the site of my ex having my ex best friend pinned against his car.

I shook my head and got out my car. I began walking towards class but was stopped by a nerd. "H-hey B-beyoncé," Aidan said as his voice trembled.

"Hey Aidan," I fake smiled.

"Oh my gosh, you know my name," he gasped giggling.

"Of course I do!" I fake giggled.

"Would you go out with me?" He asked.

"No, I'm sorry, I'm super busy," I said and began walking again.

"I didn't even tell you when," I heard him whisper.

I ignored him and walked inside class. I placed my book bag down in my seat and sat down.

"Bey! You won't believe what happened to Brit!" Rih said sitting down next to me.

"What happened?" I asked trying not to be rude.

"She asked Odell for his number and then he said no cause he admitted he is indeed dating Charli!" She said moving her hand s around and letting her accent show.

"Look, Rih as juicy as this sounds, I don't want to talk about my ex," I told her.

"Oh ok," she said and stood up and walked back to her leaders. At least that's what I call them, she follows every order Traci says. Traci is kind of the leader, Rih and Britney do anything she says. Rih is the one that barely passes and is always with her head in the clouds, while Brit, is the one that is always tellig jokes and doing stupid ish.

Just one of the small cliques in my grade. This one is not as bad, due to the fact that they are all cool with me.

I took out my note book and noticed the same book bag as everyday being placed next to mine. "Hello Beyoncé, how are you this beautiful morning?"

I sucked my teeth and sat straight, "I was doing just fine," I replied staring back at him.

"Beyoncé I have a question for you. When do you kick a midget in the balls?" He asked smirking.

I groaned quietly and moved my hair back, "I don't know Shawn, when do you kick a midget on the balls?"

"When he is standing next to your girlfriend saying her hair smells nice," he said said laughing.

A few idiots standing by him broke out laughing too while I roll my eyes at him and opened my notebook as the teacher came in. "Good Morning class," Mr. Hawk greeted.

"Good Morning, Sir," we answered back.

"So as you know, we have the upcoming novel project in which we will work on for the rest of this semester, this project will be worth a 30% of your final grade. Any questions?" He asked and Charli raised her hand.

"I do, professor. Will this project be in.. Groups?" She batted her eyelashes at Odell while talking.

"Glad you asked. It will be, actually," he spoke and many students cheered or clapped, "Unfortunately, I'll be making the groups," he said and we all groaned.

"Sir, will it be in trios or in pairs?" Traci asked after being called on.

"This project will be in pairs," Mr. Hawk responded.

"Can we choose the novels or will they be assigned to us?" Shawn asked after raising his hand.

"They have already been chosen by the english department, they will be handed out to the groups, each pair will have a different novel," he explained.

"How soon can you hand out our groups?" I asked him.

"Everyone will know their groups by the end of this lesson. Now let's get to work," he said and then moved on to start teaching class.

It seemed as if the clock on the wall wouldn't tick. How soon could class end? I really need to know who I'm working with for this project! I mean, my A+ depends on this project.

Out of nowhere Mr. Hawk stopped writing on the whiteboard and turned to us. "Ready to hear your groups?" He asked and I nodded my head eagerly.

I zoned out as he began calling our names and novels we were assigned.

Would the novel be interesting?

Would my partner be smart?

Would he or she be as interested in a good grade as me?

Would they work hard?

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my name being called. "Beyoncé Knowles and Shawn Carter, Romeo and Juliet," Mr. Hawk spoke.

No. Fucking. Way.