He hated her.
Hated how she would take his name in his most despised teasing, condescending manner.
"Lelouch..", she would hum, and in return he would writhe in anger.
He hated how she openly chaffed him for the fun of it, humiliating him in front of the entire student body.
Yet, he would grow even more frustrated, all the more infuriated when she would dart her sarcastic quips at the other guys- surely, it was out of his empathy for them, right?
Hated how she would willfully challenge him. How she would absolutely shatter his carefully built pride, leaving no bit of it untouched.
Hated how she would stalk into the Student Council Room as if it were her own private property, peek over his shoulder in that usual disinterested fashion and scowl, demanding the oddest of things from him.
Hated how she would not bat an eyelash and pull his collar, setting his heart on fire.
Surely, surely, it was due to some immense anger and pressure residing inside him, right? And if that did not make sense, it simply had to be some abnormal electrical impulse in the lower chambers. He sincerely hoped it was the former.
He hated the way she looked at him every single time she won an argument; how she would raise her pointed nose and flip her lime mane afterwards. Almost as if he had practically let her win the debate. Only as if.
Hated how only she could break him, bringing in all such trouble and causing distress, raising the number of issues he had to deal with, his heartbeat.. which was purely from the rage.
Hated how she once French kissed (if he would spare some details, which he'd caught up for some reason) someone from their batch, and he, of all the people in the world, had to stumble upon such an unpleasant event. School was not a place for such rubbish as temporary (hopefully) romances. The moment still lived on vividly in his memory; how her slender arms were wrapped around his shoulders, much too tightly for his liking. Their lack of proximity was heavily disturbing, the very thought of the exchange of saliva and germs going on was heavily disturbing.. oh, what a sight, what an outrageous, heavily disturbing sight he was forced to behold!
Yet, he did not care in the least when kisses were stolen between Suzaku and Euphemia. Surely, it was especially out of the grudges he held against her, right?
He absolutely hated, hated how she would lounge around languidly, and the playful smirk that would play on her lips, intently watching him whenever he would be panting from exhaustion. As if she were speaking with her eyes, saying, "Wimp."
He hated her devious cackle.
He hated her uncleanliness, disorganization, messy manners- yet, he would readily clean up after her. Only, only because a person needs to. He simply happened to be that person.
Most of all, he hated her with a passion because of how shamelessly she had stolen his heart. And had no wish whatsoever to give it back.
A/N: I do not mean to paint C.C. in a bad light here, no! Though here, she may seem a bit.. well. She is just the sassy girl she is! Besides, this story is from Lelouch's POV- not that he hates her! But he is listing all the reasons for hating her. Oh, he is just a boy in denial. Okay, okay, I shall speak no more.