Author Note: Well, now this story has been revised! I just want to say, that I put a whole lot more effort into this version, then the first one. Anyway, please review, and don't be afraid to criticize! When you review, please include one thing that needs help in my stories and one thing that I do well. This will help me a lot more then reviews that only praise my work. Please check out my other story Blazing Ache, under the name DustSilverStar.

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I Hate Everything About You
Chapter One

She sat on their bench, waiting patiently for Darien to tell her whatever it was that was making him so nervous. He was pacing in front of her, occasionally running his hand through his black hair. She watched him through cerulean eyes, as he moved. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Her eyes darted back and forth, like she was watching a game of tennis, and it was starting to give her a headache. "Darien! Could you please sit down?" She asked, her fingers lifting to rub to her temple.

She sat on bench, waiting patiently for Darien to tell her whatever it was that was making him so nervous. He was pacing in front of her, occasionally running his hand through his black hair. She watched him through cerulean eyes, as he moved. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Her eyes darted back and forth, like she was watching a game of tennis, and it was starting to give her a headache. "Darien! Could you please sit down?" She asked, her fingers lifting to rub to her temple.

He turned to her, with a wide-eyed expression, before blushing, "I—uh-okay." He walked over to her, and took the seat beside her. His leg bounced up and down, as he tried to think about how to say what was on his mind.

"DARIEN!" Her voice revealed the impatience and annoyance that were creeping into her emotions.

He blushed again, turning his eyes from hers, "Oh, sorry." He sat there for a few moments, feeling horrible. He didn't know how to start or what to say. He finally turned to her, and took her hands in his own. "I have to tell you something—I, uh…."

"God, why are you so nervous? You know you can tell me anything. You weren't even this nervous when you proposed!" She stated, as she looked at him, frustrated. She was starting to get worried; a heavy feeling was settling deep within her stomach.

"Well, we always knew that was going to happen. It was like we expected it. And this, well, this was never planned. I mean, who would plan something like this?" He dropped her hands, and stared down at his own. "I figured it would change, my feelings, and well-"

"You're rambling. What do you mean; 'you thought your feelings would change'?" She asked, as she studied him. She watched as he paled and raised his gaze to hers. He took her hand in his own again, and gave her a weak smile.

"I…I don't love you. I thought that with time, I would." She stared at him in shock, as he tried to explain. Her mind couldn't comprehend anything that he was saying; it was like her mind had simply shut down. She raised her gaze to his.

"Wh-what did you say?" His nervousness had disappeared, and he gazed at her with sad eyes. He squeezed her hand, once, and then let it drop.

"I don't love you. I thought that I could, but I don't. We've kept up this charade for four years Sere; I think that's long enough for both of us." He watched as her eyes hardened in anger. "Please, please understand, Sere! I never planned for this to happen." He stood when she did, trying to plead with her. "Please, don't hate me Serena. Don't you see? We can both have normal lives now; we can do anything we want!"

She took a step back, glaring at him. "Oh, I see. I see perfectly, Darien." Her voice was bitter, her eyes cold. "You've been lying to me! You let me make a fool of myself. Every time that I confessed my love, kissed you, or anything, you responded with lies and deceit! I'm such an IDIOT!" She violently pulled the engagement ring off her finger and flung it at him.

With that action, it was like the anger drained from her; all her will to fight had vanished. She watched the hurt fill his eyes, as he pocketed the ring. Tears brimmed her eyes, and she gave him a shaky smile. "It's all right, Darien. I understand. I need time to think. Goodbye," She stated. Turning on her heel, she let the sobs out as she ran from the park.

She ran, lost in her thoughts. People blurred, and her only goal was getting away; as far away from him and that park as she could. Later she would completely forgive him, but the wound was fresh and open; she couldn't bear to talk to him.

She had been such a fool. She had believed, honestly believed, that they loved each other. They were destined to be together, for Christ's sakes! The future that she loved, and wanted had suddenly crumbled. They would no longer rule Crystal Tokyo as King and Queen. Her future was suddenly undecided, unknown. She had been so focused on that future that she hadn't given any thought to what else she would like to be, she had no skills in anything.

She walked into an alley, and leaned against the wall. Yet, there was something else that she was worried about; something far more important to her then her lack of skills. What would happen to Rini, her future child? If they didn't stay together what would happen to her? Would she still have her?

Her head ached from all the thinking, so she buried her head in her hands and cried. Sliding down the wall, she curled up into a ball and stayed there, crying her sorrow out for hours.

When the tears finally stopped she stood, the sun was already beginning to set. Her eyes were going to be red and puffy, plus she was dirty, and her head hurt from all the crying. Sighing, she started out into the crowd of people, not caring how she looked. It was time to go home.

Why hadn't the scouts told her? Mina was the 'goddess of love'. She could sense those types of things when it came to other people, so why hadn't she warned her? Trista was the Guardian of Time for crying out loud! Why didn't anyone tell her, warn her, so that she could prepare herself against the bitter heartache?

She was jolted from her thoughts when she ran into someone, and fell to the ground with a painful thud. "Ouch!" She sat up; finding herself looking into the blue eyes of a blonde boy, well, man. He blushed, before offering her a hand.

"I'm so sorry! Are you all right?" She placed her hand into his own, and he pulled her up.

"Yes, I'm fine." She smiled at him, holding her hand out. "I'm Serena Tsukino." He grabbed her hand, and lifted it to his lips. With a soft kiss, he let go. The blush that had been fading quickly flared back to life.

"I'm Quatre. Are you sure you're all right? I hit you pretty hard." His worried blue eyes searched her figure for any sign of a scratch. She laughed.

"I'm fine. Are you all right?" He smiled.

"I'm all right." A few seconds passed in silence, and he finally turned to her. "Would you like an ice cream, to make up for me hitting you?"

"Oh, no; I couldn't. I was the one who ran into you," She declined, as she smoothed her clothes of invisible creases. She raised her eyes to his, and he smiled.

"You should have ice cream with me anyway! You did run into me, didn't you?" They both laughed. She looked at him in silence.

He had light blue eyes, matched with messy platinum blonde hair. He was wearing blue jeans, and a plain white shirt. He seemed nice enough. There was really no reason for her to decline.

"Okay, you convinced me! Let's go." He laughed, before offering her an arm. She slid her arm through his, smiling. He seemed to put her at ease. She had completely forgotten the events that occurred mere hours before. They walked to the ice cream vendor up ahead. He pulled out his wallet, and looked at the list of selections. "I would like a double scoop of vanilla ice cream, on a cone." He turned to her, and she smiled at the ice cream vendor. He knew her well. She came there about every other day.

"Just the usual, Sam." The middle-aged man smiled, and nodded. He started to make the ice cream, as he glanced at the teenager. He frowned, worriedly, as he handed them their order; one, a double scoop vanilla cone and the other a triple scoop of chocolate chip, with hot fudge, peanuts and caramel in a bowl.

"Are you all right, Bunny? Your eyes are a little red." He leaned forward to inspect her, and she smiled.

"I'm fine, Sam. I've just had a bad day." She ate a spoonful of her ice cream. The sweet ice cream melted in her mouth. It was exactly what she needed to help with a stressful day.

"How much is it?" Quatre asked, as he pulled out a ten. The man shook his head.

"It's on the house. I hope your night goes better then your day, Bunny," Sam stated, as he started cleaning up. They both thanked him, before walking away to find a bench to sit on. After they sat down, Quatre turned to her, frowning.

"So, why were you crying?" He asked, as he licked his ice cream. She shrugged, and he knew better then to press further. "It's all right if you don't want to talk about it." They continued to eat their ice cream in comfortable silence. When they were finished they both stood to throw away their trash.

"Come on, I'll walk you home." She smiled and once again threaded her arm through his as they started walking.

"So, Quatre, how old are you?" She asked, as she looked at him. He smiled at her.

"I'm nineteen. How old are you?" He looked down at her, as she blushed. He didn't know what was so embarrassing, but he thought it was cute when she blushed.

"I'm eighteen." They walked for a few more minutes until she stopped in front of a little white house. "Well, this is where I live. Good night, Quatre." She stepped back, and he smiled.

"Can I come see you sometime?" He asked, as he looked down at her. She blushed again, but smiled.

"You know where I live now. I think that's up to you. Bye." She turned on her heel, and started to walk away.

"Wait! Here." He handed her a business card, "Hopefully I'll talk to you soon." With that, he turned and left.

She stared down at the card in her hand, in shock. "I can't believe I was just talking to the owner of Winner Corp." She mentally smacked herself, and headed inside.