I love how much you hate me

*~I LOVE HOW MUCH YOU HATE ME~*

“NO NO NO!!” I whispered frantically as I sat up sweating in my bed, breathing heavily as I clutched the blankets to my chest.

I groaned as the sunlight blazed into my bedroom obstructing my vision. Sighing, I covered my eyes with my hands and tried to remember what nightmare had yanked me out of my peaceful slumber…

Oh yes.

I dreamt I’d slept with… Jason Carter.

Ugh. Sis. Gross. Bleh. Gag.

He was positvely the sickest, most annoying, vain, disgusting, self-absorbed, obnoxious son of a gun at Crystal Waters High School. I shuddered as bits of the nightmare infiltrated into my memory. His stupid goofy grin on his dumb face as he lay ontop of me grunting and beads of sweat on his forehead as his lame and typical long jock-style blonde hair hovered a few inches from my face… even worse, how his large hands were touching and grabbing my body as his lips pressed against mine and his repulsive tongue swirled around in my mouth. Disgusting. And worst of all were the sounds of pleasure that had escaped out my own mouth! I made a revolted sound at the back of my throat. This nightmare by far takes the Number 1 slot in worst dreams of the year.

What had I done to get such a sick and twisted nightmare? I’d rather dream about having sex with the school janitor, Tony, then with Jason Carter. Everything about him made me want to throw up. The way he disposed of girls like candy wrappers… the way he seemed to think he was doing everyone a favour by being around them… the way he slept through most classes and got the foolish girls who hoped they’d be his next Bed-Buddy to do all his homework, for sexual favours in return I presume…

He was probably the most disgusting waste of space I’d ever met. Ugh.

I shuddered again before resting back down on the pillows and closing my eyes attempting to sneak in a few more minutes before school. I gasped when I felt a hand stroke my thigh and a low voice murmur, “Morning, sexy.”

My heart froze and my breath caught in my throat as I feared that a serial rapist or something had snuck into my bedroom and raped me. I turned around slowly, preparing to knee him between the thighs if the fight turned violent but the faceI saw staring back at me was worse than if I’d woken up in bed with a murderer.

Jason Carter.

Before I could stop myself, a high-pitched piercing scream escaped from my throat. You know that kinda scream that just bursts out of your body and the uvula at the back of your throat vibrates? Yeah, THAT kinda scream.

“God dang it!” Jason yelled covering my mouth with his large hand to muffle my scream. I slapped it away and stared at him incredulously lying in MY bed draped in MY sheets that, thankfully, covered his body from the waist down! What kind of sick joke is this?! What the hell is going on here?! “Chill, dude, dayum,” he croaked stretching his arms over his head and yawning, “What a night, huh?” he said and winked at me, “did you like that? I bet you did, the way you were yelling!” he said with a low chuckle.

I was absolutely frozen. A part of me was waiting for my alarm clock to pull me out of this nightmare. Maybe I’d fallen asleep again? Absentmindedly, I pinched myself, “Ouch!”I whimpered and Jason frowned, then shrugged and closed his eyes again. Oh my God. How is this possible? How did my nightmare come to life? So it was real?! My nightmare was real?! I groaned and grabbed a fistful of my hair. I’m sureI looked like a maniac, but I didn’t give a damn of what Jason Carter thought about me.

I inhaled slowly through my gritted teeth, “How the hell did this happen?!” I growled glaring at him as I fought the urge to pummel him with my fists. Although it wouldn’t damage his over-inflated ego.

“Ah, c’mon,” he said opening his eyes and twisting his face into a mock expression, “don’t act like you don’t remember!” he said laughing as he ran his hand through his sickening messy hair… on MY pillow! I’d have to bleach my entire bed after this.

“I DON’T” I snapped, still clutching the sheets to my chest, whichI noticed was bare. Oh, God. I looked down at my body under the sheet and realizedI was only wearing my underwear. NO! I whimpered like a wounded dog and Jason frowned again in confusion. This was probably the strangest reaction he’d ever recieved from his ‘Bed-Buddies’.