So there's this guy….
Yeah, I know.
Anyway.
And I should totally hate him and despise him for every single fiber of his being.
He's the total "I don't give a shit about what you think" kinda guy. Pale silky skin. Gray smoldering eyes. Platinum blond hair. The rich kid.
Yeah, you know.
And I should hate him.
But I don't.
Whenever he's around, my heart beats harder than it ever has for anyone else, even more than for my current green-eyed guy who everyone knows as the nice guy and has already taken the liberty to announce us as the perfect couple. They're out buying wedding gifts at this very moment.
But if he's so perfect, why am I always thinking about HIM.
This other him. I hate him! Ever since he turned to the good side, he's become slightly more bearable. He is always so secretive and talks down to me like I'm this naive little girl who doesn't know any better. Like I'm totally clueless about life. I try to be civil to him since we have that potions project to work on together. But he makes me feel like the dullest girl to be with. When I try to make efforts to get to know him and make conversation, he either ignores me, laughs that "you're so stupid" kinda laugh, or says something like "well, it's personal". Honestly! I hate him!
I hate that despite all this, his slightest touch makes me shiver. His smile makes me weak in the knees. And his voice…his oh so deep and warm voice…oh my god, I hate him! I hate how I end up losing house points in class for day dreaming about how his supple lips would feel against mine...how his toned arms would be like wrapped around me...how his lean body would feel like pressed to me...
Oh my god. I hate that I have these thoughts!
Whenever my guy and I go out, I subconsciously search the crowd for him. When he does happen to be there, I can't help but cast a glance his way every few minutes. And I hate that he never looks my way. It's like I don't even exist to him. And I hate it! I hate him! I hate…I hate…
I hate how I love him more than anything else. I truly and purely hate it.