Author's Notes: Hello everybody! I've had this idea for some time and decided to write this story based on my favoriteist movie of all time. Seriously, I like have this movie memorized I watch it so much.
Title: I Love You, I Hate You,
Rating: I'll go with PG-13 since it is in high school, and not many high schools would be rated PG.
Summary: It's like doing the tango: When he steps forward, I step back and vice versa. Right know, he's back. High School is not off to a good start. (FK)
Chapter One
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Katie's POV
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"Brown! Hey Brown, where are you going?"
I turned around to find the same spiky haired boy who had been in my class every year since fifth grade. The same drummer boy I loved at times and wanted to pound with a stapler at others. The same wannabe skateboarder who crashed into a telephone pole and knocked out three teeth the first time he stepped on a board.
The same boy who tended to cause confusion and chaos at times, love and laughter at others.
"I'm going away from you," I replied.
"Awww, come on Kater Naters! What have you been doing all summer? I haven't seen you!" he said.
"I was forced to go to a lame-assed Girl Scout camp all summer," I replied with a scowl. My mother feared I never had enough extracurriculars, so she made me be a Girl Scout. I had to go to a dumb camp where they sang off-key songs and made lame arts and crafts.
It was hell-especially since it was in Arizona, of all places.
"What did you Freddy? Summer school?" I asked him. It wasn't a fantastic comeback, but it was early. High School started an hour before middle school did.
"Yep. I set the record for most summer school detentions since Big Buddy!" he said proudly.
"Hey guys," came the small, quiet voice of Zack Mooneyham. "What's up?"
"Zack!" Freddy screamed. "Back from the bathroom? I swear, you looked so freaked out that you were about to piss in your pants or something!"
Sheesh. Freddy can be such a blabbermouth at times. Zack's face turned tomato red.
"Well, it's the first day of high school," I stuck up for the poor kid, who was red, embarrassed, and nervous. "It's like starting a whole new chapter in our lives."
"You sound like a hallmark card," Freddy said laughing. He always laughs at his own jokes, even if know one else does.
We walked through the double doors of Richmond High School. Kids were hugging, kissing, and shaking hands. There were laughs, tears, and everything in between. Zack's face turned pale at all the tall juniors and seniors, especially since he's on the short side.
"Did you guys get your schedules over summer?" he croaked out. I nodded. I was in Mrs. Sunder's geometry class first period. "I have Sunders first." I said.
Zack nodded. "Me too," he said. A look of relief swept over his face. I knew he was happy to have one familiar face in the class.
"Aww man, I have Skidman for physics," Freddy said. Half of me jumped with joy that I'd be able to concentrate in geometry, and the other half was disappointed I wasn't with Freddy. I thought you were over him, the first half hissed. But look at the hair! And the humor! How can I be over that! The other half protested.
I was born in June, which makes me a Gemini, the sign of the twins.
My brain halves usually argue. Most of the time, it was about Freddy. Unfortunately, I had the feeble feeling in my knees I always have when the Freddy-loving side is winning.
The bell rang, and Zack and I dashed off to Mrs. Sunder's classroom in the math wing. Freddy went to the science wing. We arrived the same time as most other people, who were normal looking freshman like us, and not creepy seniors like Zack probably imagined.
Mrs. Sunder sat us alphabetically, and Zack was a little upset because Mooneyham isn't near Brown. Luckily, good old Marta Anderson sat in front of me.
"Have a good summer?" she asked, turning around in her chair. "No," I said. "You?"
She made a face. "My parents bought a Greek restaurant in May, and it opened this summer. I had to work there like, everyday. Luckily, I told them I would not be able to work because of schoolwork and they bought it. I don't even like Greek food." She said.
"Well your mom's Greek, right?" I asked and she nodded. "It's her culture."
She shrugged. "Poor Zack looks awful nervous, doesn't he?" she said, gesturing towards where he was seated.
Marta was definitely right. Zack was pale, and even though there was air conditioning, beads of swear were stuck on his forehead. I gave a friendly, reassuring wave.
Mrs. Sunders began the class, and passed out textbooks. She seemed like a nice lady, but I hoped she wasn't terribly boring. She was explaining something about the high school, but I didn't listen. My mid began to wonder.
Freddy was the most confusing thing ever. Sometimes he couldn't stop flirting with me, but I wanted nothing to do with him. Sometimes he acted like I had a contagious virus and he had to be 8 feet away from me at all times. Then I would start a poor attempt at flirting, which meant I was starting to feel desperate.
Sometimes all I wanted was to be in his arms, and sometimes I didn't him to be near me with a 10-foot-pole.
Sometimes my brain starts to hurt when I think of all this.
The bell rang and I dashed to my next class. Zack wasn't in my physics class, and neither was Freddy. I hoped someone would be in Zack's class. Luckily, I heard Marta say she was pretty sure Lawrence had the next class with him.
After classes similar to Mrs. Sunder's it was time for lunch. I had bought lunch today, and the announcements said it was chicken fingers and fries. I hoped the chicken didn't bounce as it did at my old school.
I paid for my lunch and stood in the crowd, clutching my tray. It seemed like everyone had a place to sit. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted familiar spikes and drumming fingers. I made my way over there and sat down with Freddy. A few minutes later, Zack sat down next to me, looking much better than he had this morning.
"You look better," I noted.
"I feel better," he said. "The people in my classes are normal freshman like us. I'm so relieved."
"What were you expecting?" I said with a smile. "300-pound senior dropouts with chains and motorcycles?"
He smiled and dipped a French fry-or Freedom Fry, as the cafeteria called it-into a spot of ketchup on his plate.
Freddy was turned around talking to some blonde girl. "'En France, we 'ave gourmet food during lunches," she said with a toss of long, silvery-blonde hair. "But we do not 'ave such a good music program like 'ere. 'Zat is why Muzzer and Fazzer decided to transfer."
I couldn't believe it! Freddy was flirting with this French bimbo with long blonde hair. A surge of jealousy ran through my body like and electric shock. I wanted to grab my strawberry Jell-O and dump it on her silvery blonde hair.
"Uh huh," Freddy said standing up. The French blonde left and Freddy sat down at our table. "She's pretty hot," he said. "But I can't stand her accent. It's so freakin' annoying."
We ate in silence the rest of lunch. Even the chatterbox Freddy, who never usually shut up was silent. We just ate.
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After the bus ride home, I plopped down on the couch. High school was definitely bigger than middle school, and I was having a little trouble finding my way around. I almost knocked over a trashcan on the way to English. I knew I was exhausted. I knew I needed my special therapy.
I trudged up to my room. My room was the third floor attic. It was a pain having to go up two flights of stairs and to go down when I had to pee in the middle of the night, but I loved having a floor to myself.
I reached into my pillowcase and grabbed my journal. It was more of a lyric book than a journal. I never wrote songs. I could never write melodies no matter how hard I tried. I just wrote lyrics.
I knew my mind was brimming with emotions, but I couldn't figure out how to express myself. After at least an hour of sitting, thinking, chewing on my pen, and tapping on the notebook, I managed to write a few lines.
I love you
I hate you
If you only knew what I've been through
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Well, there's chapter 1! I hope you like! Pretty please review, the more you review, the faster a new chapter gets out up!
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