She stood at the front of the class with a single piece of paper in her thin, pale hands. She shook slightly staring at the paper.

"You may continue, Ms. Bei Fong" Mr Pakku smiled warmly. She took a deep breath and glanced up at the class briefly.

"This is a poem I wrote about, a... guy that I met... here goes nothing.

*sigh*

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around,

and the fact that you didn't call."

She looked up at me and continued. "But mostly, I hate the way I don't hate you,

Not even close not even a little bit,

Not even at all"

Tears welled in her eyes and she started to sob. Her eyes began to water and every girl was on the edge of their seats thinking that the poem was beautiful. Every guy was laughing at me and cheering me on for what I did. I hated myself for it.

"Sorry, can I be excused, Mr. Pakku?" Pakku nodded and she ran out of the class room. I felt guilt well up in my heart. I knew she would never talk to me again. Even if she didn't hate me, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.