I Hate Everything About You

Summary: They should stop it, but they can't...

Author's Note: I was listening to the song "I Hate Everything About You" by Three Days Grace when this little drabble-ish story came to me. It's not the happiest little story, and I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I hope you like it and reviews are welcome. Hopefully all the angst is out of my system by now...but probably not.

Disclaimer: I own them and the song...wait, that was only a dream...boo...

They've never been good with words. Maybe that's why they failed. He could never open up to her and she could never shut up long enough to listen when he decided to talk. They were too different, and maybe opposites attract, but that doesn't mean that it's for the long run. She should have just known better. Shouldn't have taken him back when the nurse thing happened. God, she was an idiot. He was even more of an idiot. Getting involved with a cheerleader. She was a fucking drug that he got hooked on and it was the most wonderful, no, horrible thing that he'd ever done. They destroyed each other, over and over, and they keep on doing it. He loves the way she feels, the ways she smells, the feel of her nails raking his skin. She loves the way his beard scrapes her neck, her thighs, the way his hands tangle in her hair, the way his fingers dig into her hips as he holds her to him. God, it's so fucking wrong. They should stop it, but they can't. They both have other people. She's engaged to his friend for chrissakes and he has a new chick who likes Zeppelin and hates the government. Yet he can't stop fucking her every chance he gets. Its been going on in secret for a whole damn year. They're good at hiding it. It helps that they hate each other. Loathe each other. He fucking hates everything about her, and she, she hates every single thing about him. He loves to hurt her, and she loves to break him just a little more. The bruises on her hips and the scrapes on his back and arms are more than lust, it's raw anger that they can't get out any other way. They fucking want to kill each other most of the time, but they keep on going back to each other, every damn time. It's all they have left.