His skin reeks of the wretched Axe cologne. I tell him that it bothers me and it stinks. What does he do? He puts more on right before he comes over. Then he hugs me, making me choke. You would think being 18 would make anyone more mature but not him.
"You need to loosen up." He says to me.
"No you need to grow up." I said rolling my eyes at him.
"You know you love me."
"No, I don't." I said. And no this is not one of those clichés that the girl falls in love with her best friend. First, he isn't my best friend. He's my neighbor. Second, I don't love him. No I am not denial.
"Yes you do"
"No I don't. Get it through your thick head. I don't love you. I barley like you." I say slowly, so hopefully he can understand.
"You wounded me. You know that?"
"You annoy me. You know that?" I asked before I leave.
"How do I annoy you?"
"Your very presence just screams annoyance."
"It does not"
"Yes it does"
"No one else finds me annoying."
"Only because everyone else is distracted by your looks."
"You think I look good?"
"No"
"Are you my friend?"
"No"
"Well that was harsh."
"Bye!" I said trying to leave
Out of nowhere his lips were on mine. I push him away quickly and slapped him.
"How dare you? What is your problem?"
"You are." His harshness startled me. "Do you realize how hard I try to get you to notice me?!"
"I DON'T CARE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO FORCEFULLY KISSED ME!"
"I THINK I HAVE THE RIGHT TO!"
"Tell me"
"I had to get your attention somehow!"
"You got my attention, now what!?"
"Go out with me"
"No, I said finally leaving. Who does he think he is? I, Hermione Granger, will never love him, Draco Malfoy.
The End