~Yazmina's POV~

Hate. It's a common emotion for me. I feel it a lot. Like whenever I see HIS face I just want to punch it. Yeah. I can hold grudges pretty well. Not that it worked out too well on this particular day. I had hated HIM for months. Months! ever since that stupid bonfire that was ruined. But no. All those months went to waste on that day. The day all that hate fell apart.

You know how hate works, right? You never hate something as much when you're alone than you do when you're around people who hate it. Never. Well, that concept was definitely proven on that day. I was alone for once. Well, I wanted to be alone. I was just sitting against the wall relaxing. No one was in the area at all. It wasn't exactly common for people to be out this early, so that made sense.

I didn't expect that anyone else would be up already. Let alone HIM. He just calmly sat next to me. I glared at him. "What the hell are you doing up and why the hell are you sitting next to me?" Ah, that hate. Things would be a lot easier if it had stayed.

"Well why are you up so early? And I'm sitting here just because."

"Fuck off!"

"Do you always have to put things so vilely? Are you really like this when you're alone?" Yep. At least, to an extent.

He leaned in slightly, examining my facial expressions for any reaction. I backed up a bit. I didn't want him anywhere near me. He sighed. "What's the difference between cuss words and normal words? What's the point in using them. They're just words. You can find other ways of expressing your hate towards me."

"Why the fuck-"

"See like that. It's all in facial expressions and inflections. It would have the same effect without the word 'fuck.' I mean think about it, do you really want to rely on cuss words?" He smirked. Bastard. He knew I hated relying on anything. Anything. "Why do you always rely on hate?"

There was no way he was winning this. I smiled, trying to fight off the sarcasm as I replied. "I don't rely on anything. So, what would you like to talk about?" The friendliness was really hard to pull off, but hey, I had to prove that I could do this. I don't know really why. I mean, why would I care what he thought? But I wasn't doing this for him, necessarily. I was doing it for me. I had to prove that I didn't rely on anything.

"I don't know. Hmm... what do you think of Mrs. Cornin?" Damn him. He knew I hated her. A lot. How the hell did he know all this stuff about me?

"She's nice." Obnoxiously. "And active." To the point of having a disease! Which we don't get, so... "She's a god person all in all." Except for when you do... I don't know... anything in the world you could name that I liked. Then she became a bitch.

"I'm impressed." Meh. I could get all the venting done in my head. "What do you think of me?"

"You're..." Alright, got to think about this. Was there anything good about him I could say? Anything that did not pertain to his looks at least, which would look like I liked him. This was the problem. I still had to make it clear I hated him while being nice. No problem!!... "You always look out for others." At my expense. "Everyone" who is pathetic "loves you."

"Does that include you?"

"No!" Pause. Rewind. You can't lose. "But I don't hate you. You're just not particularly my friend." He smirked.

"Do you hate me or not? no lying allowed." No lying? At all? Crap!

"I hate you, ok? Goddamn it, I lost." He smiled.

"It's alright. Everyone has something they hate. I'm just impressed you held out that long."

"I'm very competitive. I don't like other people winning." He smiled again.

"Do you rely on competitiveness?"

"Shut the fuck up before I sock you in the stomach!" He laughed.

"You're obnoxious."

"You're a bastard." he shook his head.

"I'm not a bastard. You're just very good at holding grudges."

"You're damn right I am!"

"Hmm... Do you rely on grudges?"

"Nameo..."

"Yes, Yazmina?"

"You're walking on dangerous territory." He smiled.

"That's not an answer."

"No. I don't rely on grudges." Too much... Alright. I need a grudge I'd be willing to let go. Got to prove myself again. Which one, which one? There were quite a few of them.

"Prove it."

"How?"

"Don't kill me." Wait, what? What was he talking abo- Holy shit he's kissing me.

And then, after a few seconds, he wasn't the only one enjoying this kiss. Damn him.