Sarah: Feel oh so damn lucky, biznitches! This is based on a real event... it's really my best guy friend and me on a regular basis. He told me I should write about the day I got pissed at him and... yeah. This was way back during Freshmen year. Wow, three years ago. Where did that time go?

I Really Hate You Sometimes

He was staring again. He was staring, but not at whom she wanted him to stare. His dark pink eyes scanned her face, knowing it made uneasy and restless.

She tried to ignore him, knowing he would only stare at her longer, but holding onto whatever little hope she had that he would turn away and stare elsewhere.

Carefully— oh, so carefully!— she lookd up at him through her lashes and bangs. His eyes still on her, a pleasant smirk played across his lips.

Dammit!

Why won't he look away? I don't have something on my face, do I?

She felt her face before going pink at the sound of his laughter.

"What the hell!" she shrieked, causing him to pound on the lunchroom table and the laughter to grow louder. Her cheeks and ears now held a color that his hair would envy.

All of the students just walking in from band an choir and those already engulfing the somewhat edible food— if that is what you would call it, food— turned their gaze over to the table, ready to see a fight. It had been three months since there had been a big one (mainly about how a girl had gotten knocked up by another girl's boyfriend) and they were ready to see some drama.

Unfortunately for them, she sat back down, hiding her shame in the large, black hooded sweatshirt he had given her first period, grumbling as she did.

"Tahu," she mumbled to the laughing boy— who was ready to fall out of his chair, "shut the hell up. You're embarrassing your family name and it's pissing me off."

Eventually his laughter died down, and he was back to staring, although a chuckle remained inaudible to her ears stayed on his smug grin.

"What's wrong, Gali?" he asked lightly.

"Shut the hell up, you asshole. You know what's wrong."

"Can I have my hoodie back, please?"

She whipped it off and flung it at him.

"Happy?" she asked icily.

Gali looked off into the crowd. There were a few people still staring, but they immediately turned seeing her watch them.

She saw him frown from the other side her veil of blue hair.

"What's your problem?" he asked her.

"My problem? What's yours? You're always staring at me and you know how much I hate that. And then you go and piss me off somehow, though, only God knows how you manage that. Don't grin like an idiot! God dammit, Tahu!"

"Gali, you know I only piss you off because you're so darn pretty." he said, smiling innocently.

"Don't think that flattering me will smooth things over, because they won't!"

"I know."

"Don't say 'I know'!"

"Then what the hell do you want me to say?"

"I...! I don't know..."

The two sat in silence. Gali had seen that he had turned away and was staring at his black and red Vans. She winced at the pang in her heart.

"You know, you really are pretty when you're mad." he said, looking up through his long lashes. Where her eyes deceiving her or were his cheeks a little pink?

"And you know, you really are an idiot." she said, feeling a smile tug at her lips.

"That's why we're friends."

"Yeah. You know, I really hate you sometimes."

His grin widened. "I kind of figured as much."

Sarah: Yeah, this is kind of why I'm not allowed to be bored anymore, I write very spontaneous stuff based on things that happened in real life. It's an AU oneshot but whatever. So, I just might have to get a new computer, as mine just simply doesn't want to reformat (all files are saved) and we've tried just about everything! Gr! I hate technology.

Technology: And we hate you!

Sarah: (sigh) Whatever.