I wish I hated you

Chapter 1: Hey beautiful

Omg I cant believe I am writing a book I hope everybody likes it or that someone reads it.

Okay so this book is going to have a lot of grammar mistakes but... whatever and you know what just enjoy if you don't like it then that's fine it's fine.

well enough with the intro. lets get into the story:

There I am again crying on my bed I can't take it anymore, I can't take another hit from my dad, he doesn't do it often only when he's drunk.

But I won't leave, he is still my dad at the end of the day, but aren't dads supposed to love you? I mean sometimes he says he loves me but other times it feels like I'm the person he hates the most.

My mom died when I was little, let's just say that we didn't live, well we still don't live in the safest neighbor hood; And one day her and I went on a girls day and when we were walking back home she got shot, right in front of my eyes.

And you may be asking yourself, why does her dad treat her like that? And I'd love to tell you, but I don't know myself when mom died he tried his hardest to make everything stay the same but I guess it was to much and he broke and started drinking.

As I talk and try to calm myself I slowly start getting sleepy

***

I later wake up that morning it is still early but I can't sleep so I wake up, I get dressed and before I can get out of my room I peep threw a hole in my door to check if my dad is passed out somewhere.

But shockingly. Did you notice my sarcasm. He's not there are just some empty bottles of beer that were left on the floor.

I quickly clean up the house so I won't have to do it later, I eat my breakfast, pack my lunch and of I go.

I patiently wait at the bus stop and waited and waited some more "where the fuck is that bus."

And then out of the nowhere a guy a hot guy if i may in a motorcycle and of course he stops right in front of me.

He takes of his helmet and his beautiful hair comes into view, his hair flies in the wind and if we're being honest for a moment there I thought we were in a movie.

"Hey beautiful" I roll my eyes at his comment, what do you even call that? a pick-up line.

"smooth" I say sarcastically.

"where are you going?"

"none of your business" I responded looking away but of course the conversation doesn't en there "why do you even care?"

"I was hoping to take you."

"don't you have anything better to do pretty boy?" I wish I could take that back but the words are all ready out of my mouth "you think I'm pretty? I prefer handsome but I'll take it."

"don't flatter yourself" look I'm feeding the rich white boys ego amazing isn't it "ok now you didn't answer my question."

"you didn't ask a question" I answer quickly. I fed his ego and know I'm going to take that food back "fine all ask you one now."

I wait for a long time well not really a long time I'm just an impatient person"well are you going to ask me."

"oh sorry" I chuckle idiot "do you want me to take you where your going?'

I start thinking.

So I have to options wait for the bus be late for school have the school call my dad or get on this complete strangers motorcycle who may or may not be a serial killer .

"fine, I'm going to Adams high school."

"no kidding I'm going there too, how have I not seen you around well that doesn't matter anymore, let's go."

Oh well, what the heck.

*** 

The ride was great the wind blowing threw my hair felt so good.

when we get to the school I get of his motorcycle and start grabbing my stuff but before I could leave he grabs my arm "not even a kiss"

"I don't kiss strangers"He rolls his eyes but I can see a small smile but a smile either way "Phillip, Phillip Young and you are..."

"They call me Snow, Maya Snow" he laughs at my very, very cringe James Bond reference and smiles.

"Now can I get a kiss?" I start walking away "maybe another day pretty boy."

He ran up to me and said "hey beautiful , love the nickname but call me handsome."

"maybe in an other life, PRETTY BOY" I laugh and skip away "bye."

I'm not gonna bore you with details I'm just going to tell you the rest of my day was pretty boring not gonna lie.

I'm so ready to go read in my house lock my self in my room and drown my self in sweet, sweet loneliness.

I go to my locker to get my things obviously.

Suddenly somebody taps my shoulder "what?" Of course it was the boy from earlier. Honestly what a stalker.

"Hey."

"Hello, what do you want ?" I don't like Chi chat "just wanted to talk."

"Do you not have friends because if you have notice we literally just met."

"Look over there" he tells me pointing at a group
If girls looking at Phillip whispering and giggling.

So annoying.

"Those are creepy stocker-ish girls not friends there's a difference."

"What about you, do you have any friends?"he got me there well I do have a friend but outside of school "That's none of your business."

"So no" I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out "Its ok beautiful, stop thinking so hard your starting to sweat."

"you...you, you?"

"Come on angel spit it out" rude much "you jerk

"Uh that hurt" he says sarcastically.

I roll my eyes Im getting annoyed no not annoyed angry " what do you want? why are you talking to me? is this a prank? or what?" Do i have anger management issues? Oh no I definitely have anger management issues.

"Maya calm down this is not a prank I came to ask you something."

"And what is that? if one may know."

" I came to ask you to lunch" I just met this guy today and his already asking me for lunch this just gives me more reason to think he's a serial killer but I have nothing else to do so "sure I can go for lunch."

"Great, lets go."

"Wait I have to get my things." I grab all my stuff and we start walking down the hall.

"Where are we going?"

"Where going to eat silly" no shit Sherlock i thought we were going to the moon "Idiot I mean where like the place."

"Oh sorry, where going to my house" what do I tell you he's just giving me more reason to think he's a serial killer "Really... we just met and your already taking me to your house."

"Well I don't have money on me and I don't want to make you pay for the hole meal so..." cute he thinks I can even pay for a meal for one "Well... fine whatever."