Make Me Hate

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"Look, if stuff starts popping off, we're outta here." I said, motioning my thumb through the air. "Promise, let's just have fun."

I was really giving prep talks now......go figure...

Groaning in protest, Anna followed our movements as we slid from the car. Anna looked as grumpy as I felt. I wasn't the happiest person once I heard Damon might be here. She trailed cautiously behind us and scanned the field. My eyes locked onto what I assumed had been a large field, but the land looked like an abandoned track. The land went on for miles. Half of it filled with partygoers. This wasn't your average street race. People were here to party. I was a little weary. When it came to Damon, my emotions were always out of whack.

There was a growing crowd as we closed onto the dirt road. The further we walk, the more people passed by. Males and females were roped together in a large group, faces lined with excitement. My face turns sour when I catch a few couples making out. Some folks I recognize from school. Majority were people I've never seen before. The crowd was a mixture of teens and college students—who wore their University shirts with pride. Savannah perks up as Eric comes into view.

His fondness for my friend was clear as day. He doesn't care to hide it as he ogled her. Their bodies attached into a bear hug when he closed the distance.

He pulled her close like he never wanted to let her go. If he hurt her in any form, I was coming for him. He knew it, I knew it, so did Savannah. That means we're straight in my book.

Their lips connected and I took that as my cue to leave. I grab Anna's hand, then twist around to go back into the house. Anna followed without protest. I didn't want an eyeful of them sucking each other's face. She was fully aware that Savannah would stay glued to her boyfriend all night. We both knew we couldn't handle being around them the whole night. They were the typical couple in the honeymoon stage. I hoped things worked out between them. I wanted my girl to be happy.

Wandering into the crowd, my sight locked on a guy behind the snack stand. I dragged us to the makeshift table. The busty girl at the counter left with a smile. A handful of snacks was in her grasp. She resembled a younger Angelina Jolie.

She moved in our direction. She sprung her body between us and slammed into my arm. With a dramatic huff, my head snapped in her direction. She swayed her hips as she walked towards the track. The old me would have been over there, snatching her hair back. I was a different person now. The worst thing anyone would get from me is a sneak peek of my attitude, maybe a punch or two. People try you sometimes. . .. .

"Why are all the girls here such bitches..." I say out loud.

Anna made an incoherent sound in return. Rolling my eyes, my attention found the guy behind the counter. The snack guy peered at us. The guy is a dorky kind of cute. He had a long high-top fade going on, making his hair appear longer than it actually was. It worked for him.

His eyes rolled over Anna's splotchy face. His face was flushed with surprise and blatant appreciation for my friend. Recognition passed his features before he threw his arms up dramatically.

The oval glasses added to the nerdy thing he had going it. Pale skin bringing out the green of his eyes and face lacking any ounce of acne. His teeth were white and straight as he smiled at us.

He wasn't a bad looking guy but the kind that girls usually passed without a glance.

"You're that new girl, right?" He asked me.

This time he was talking to me and unlike the other guys I've crossed paths in this town. He lacked that same dangerous aura. He was more animated, relaxed. His energy was pure, I could tell he had no hidden intentions. I leaned on the glass stand, "Yeah, I'm Rome."