"Well," I said looking around "It's getting late and I would rather not get mugged while walking home so what do you want?"
"I want an answer" he said
"To what?" I asked confused.
"To why you hate me so much. To why you and I can't have an actual conversation without us getting into a full-blown argument. Even if I started with giving you a compliment our something like that" he said.
"So you want this now? Why are even asking me? I mean are you that in love with yourself that you feel you have to ask me that question when we both know, and always have known, that the problem was you?" my fists clenched at my side.
"Increíble!" (Incredible!) I rolled my eyes "Y yo pensé que antes eras una persona buena. Y me gustabas..." ( and I used to think you were a good person. And I liked you...)
"Obviously, eso fue un error!" (That was a mistake!) I yelled
"Is that span-"
"Si, idiota," (Yes idiot) I replied " It was español..."
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I hate you...(Dan Howell fanfic)
Teen Fiction"Oh. I'm sorry I woke you up from your beauty sleep (y/n)" he sneered " how rude of me when I knew how much you need it." I sneered. I would tell u where u could shove that sorry excuse of a comeback, but I have places to be and people to see....you...
