Hating You is Loving You
Chapter 1
(Clare's Pov)
*Flashback*
As I glanced up from my laptop I noticed the card-board boxes surrounding me. I had just gotten to Toronto a little over three hours ago. I was in no mood to unpack my boxes but I figured if I wanted to actually find what I needed in the morning I would have to unpack eventually. I got up and headed to a stack of boxes by my bathroom door that joined Adam and mines rooms. Adam is my twin brother. Although he was born in a girl's body. Our whole family respects him for who he is now- but sometimes my mother "has pronoun problems" and can be a real bitch about it. Although Adam and I are twins, we are fraternal. But the weird thing is I look more like my brother Drew. I have long brown, curly hair and big blue eyes. Although Adam looks like my sister Darcy, but we hardly see her anymore now that she is married, and with a 2 year old child. As I unpacked the boxes I heard the door bell ring. Since my parents and drew weren't home and Adam was in his room. I raced down the staircase to get the door.
"I'll get it!" I screamed loud enough so Adam could hear me through his closed door.
I reached the oak wood door and looked through the peep hole to see who it was first. She looked around my age, cloaked in black clothing, what harm could she do? I slowly opened the door and plastered a warm smile on my face.
"Hey my name is Aria Goldsworthy, I live just next door. I heard you were around my age so I just came to say hello and introduce myself properly." She said sweetly.
"Hi I'm Clare Torres, nice to meet you. I see we have very similar taste." I said as
I glanced down at her black clothing and she looked at mine we both laughed and I invited her inside.
*End of Flashback*
As I looked at my best friend, since a little over 2 months, walking next to me I remembered the very first time we met and had been inseparable since then. It was finally Friday and we were walking home from school. Today we would usually have our annual Friday sleepover but my brother, Adam, and one of his friends was coming over to have Guys night. I had no idea who is friend was, but I could really care less. His friend was the reason I wouldn't be able to hang out with Aria. I already hated him.
We reached the spot where we would go our separate ways for the rest of the night.
"I'll text you, I promise." I said.
"Okay, bye Clare." She replied.
I turned around and crossed the street to my house. I walked up the porch steps. I flung my black and green school bag on the bar stool and trudged up the stairs. To say I was bored would be an understatement and it hasn't even been ten minutes. I know I was being selfish because Adam needed some guy time too. I decided on putting it all behind me. I reached into one of my dresser drawers and pulled out my old black Dead Hand T-shirt and Shorty shorts. I peeled off my clothes and changed into my outfit I just picked out. I was bored already so I decided to redo my makeup. I pulled out my eyeliner and applied a thick line to my eye-lid. I added some mascara and a nude lip gloss. Adam was already blasting Paisley Jacket by Dead Hand through his stereo system. I could feel the floor vibrating beneath me. I made my way downstairs and sat on the love set and flipped through the channels until I found a show I liked. I stopped at Keeping up with the Kardashian's. The door bell rang and I figured it was Adam's friend. I jumped off the couch and took my hair out of the messy bun I had it in and shook it out. I needed to make myself look at least a little presentable. I waltzed over to the door and opened it without bothering to check who it was. There in front of me stood a tall mysterious looking boy with the most beautiful eyes. He had a sly smirk painted on his face that made me sick. But strangely- I like the feeling.
"H-hi" I said shakily.