language warning?
He's too damn nice, so fucking friendly. She's acid inside, caustic to her very bones, and she has no doubt that he's a veritable trove of happiness down to his core. If you cut him, he'd bleed happiness.
It's impossible to deny that everyone likes him. He's popular, and he's gotten to everyone but her. She hates him like it's some kind of religion, like it's her duty. Like she's been sworn into service and vowed to loathe him with every inch of her gut.
She feels like she breaks her oath every time he makes some stupid joke that makes her smile. When he does or says something that amuses her, or when he catches her staring.
If it's a religion, her hate, then she's pretty sure that what she feels is sacrilege. Sometimes she admits to herself it's not him that she can't stand, it's the fact that she can't have him. He's popular, and he likes that, but she doesn't.
sorry. don't even think this is Warriors. buuut it's what i wanted to write at 2 a.m.