Opposites Attract

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Trent & Gwen

I Hate You, but I Love You

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Stupid, good for nothing JERK! All because he's popular doesn't mean he has to treat me like dirt. Gwen thought to herself, walking home from school.

Trent and Gwen have been enemies since the second grade, when Trent had found out Gwen had a crush on him. He didn't mind, but apparently he accidentally yelled out her name in surprise, but she thought it was anger.

So, she started hating him. Trent tried to explain, but she never game him the chance. 7 years later, they're still fighting.

Trent never stopped caring for her, but he won't let her know. He's too afraid now. So now he just makes fun of her, hiding his true feelings for him.

Gwen, however, hates him. Or at least she thinks she does. Inside, she hates herself for it.

Gwen had come home from a big fight with Trent.

*Flashback*

"Hey goth loner." Trent said. Inside, he was glad she was a loner. It meant that no one else would go out with her, and he'd never have competition.

"Shut up." she mumbled.

"Is that the best you've got?" he asked.

"Listen!" she yelled, "I'm tired, okay? I don't have time for you."

He feigned hurt. "Oh, come on Gwen? Don't tell me you don't have feelings for me anymore."

She stopped dead in her tracks. She never liked talking about that. "Listen Trent, I never had feelings for you. And, if I did, they're long gone by now." she said through clenched teeth, "So stop thinking the world revolves around you and go back to your cheerleaders."

Trent was hurt inside, but didn't show it. "Sure, whatever. Deny it."

She turned back to him. "I'm not denying anything! I. Don't. Like. YOU! Get it through your big head!"

"Sure, sure." he said, walking off, hands in his pocket.

*End of Flashback*

I don't need him. I regret even liking him. Gwen thought.

She slammed her door shut, and threw a pillow at the wall. "Why can't he leave me alone?!" she yelled.

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Trent came home, horribly mad too.

Why did I even hang out with her?! Why did I have to meet her in the first place!? Trent thought. Oh yeah... because I like her.

He slammed his guitar onto the floor.

Yet he couldn't stop liking her.

He slammed his pillow against the wall, and yelled, "Look what you're doing to me!"

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The next day, Trent arrived at school. He walked past Gwen's locker, expecting her there. She wasn't.

The whole day, Gwen wasn't there.

Trent looked everywhere for her. But she wasn't there.

Where is she? She wasn't sick yesterday, so why would she be absent? And she doesn't seem like the kind to ditch… Trent thought.

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After school, Trent ran to Gwen's house.

Her mom answered.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Oh, um, is Gwen home?" he asked.

"Oh, no. She's living with her grandmother in Ontario now." she answered.

"O-Ontario?" Trent asked.

"Yes." she answered.

"B-but I saw her yesterday at school." Trent reasoned.

"Yes, but she was complaining about some boy and begged to live with her grandmother." her mom said. "But, she is home now, if you want. She's packing though."

"Oh, can I see her now?" Trent asked.

"Sure, just let me get her." her mom said. "Gwen! A young man is asking for you!"

"What?" she asked, walking down the stairs with luggage. Then she stopped as she saw Trent. "What are you doing here?"

"I-uh… I…" Trent stammered.

"Seriously, if you came here just to insult me, then go ahead. I. Don't. Care. I'm leaving now, are you happy?" she asked.

"Is this the boy who calls you names?" her mom asked.

"Mom, just leave. I can handle this." Gwen sighed.

"Okay, but if you need me, I'll be in the kitchen." she answered, walking off.

"Okay, thanks mom." she said, walking all the way down the stairs and setting her luggage down.

"Well?" she asked him impatiently.

"Uh… I…" he stammered.

"Just leave. I'm leaving, are you happy? Because I know you've been waiting for this forever." she said. "Since the second grade, am I right?"

He stopped breathing that moment. "Maybe if you listened, you would have known that I want the complete opposite." he said quietly.

She looked over at him, shocked. "What do you mean?"

"I never wanted you to leave…" he said.

"Yeah, you just liked to torture me." she sighed.

"No… I don't. In fact, I… I like you. For a long time."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"How long?"

"Ever since the second grade."

"Really? And you never told me? Because I find that very hard to believe." she said, rolling her eyes.

"Yes. I… was scared. I guess. But… it's just you wouldn't give me a chance."

"You still could have told me." she said, crossing her arms.

"When? Whenever I tried to tell you, you would walk off, insult me, or hurt me."

"Well, you could have stopped me!"

"No, I tried to, but that was when you hurt me."

"Oh… I'm sorry."

"Me too… I'm sorry too. I still shouldn't have insulted and argued with you…" I stepped closer to her.

She seemed nervous.

"Do you forgive me?" he asked.

"Do you forgive me?" she asked.

"How could I not? Even 7 years later, I still can't stop thinking about you. Today, when you were gone, I went crazy looking for you."

"Wow… thanks. But I can't believe it… we've been fighting for 7 years."

"I know…"

"So, you hated me but you loved me?"

He laughed. "Yeah, I did."

"Me too."

"Really?"

"Yeah…" she said. "I'm sorry again."

"I am too. So, are you still leaving?"

"Oh, I was just going to leave for a month." she said, smiling. "My grandmother's sick, I'm suppose to take care of her."

"But, your mom said it was my fault."

"Yeah, you were part of the reason I volunteered too." she admitted.

"But, are we cool now?"

"Yes, we are."

Trent leaned down and kissed her softly.

"Hate you." she teased.

"But you love me." he answered.

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The End.