...hate is a strong word, but i really really really dont like you [4]...

Ha. Like that would happen.
"So...I'm hoping you're over that outburst...coz I do have to tell you something" He said to me, forming his words slowly, seemingly unsure of what he was about to say.
I turned to him, very slowly, suppressing the urge to scream at him.
"Yes?" I asked, through gritted teeth.
"We can go now"
I sighed, exasperatedly. "You couldve just said that!"
"Well sorry for not wanting my head bitten off!"
"Oh grow up; this is detention, not the preschool! I dont have to be nice!"
"You're never nice!"
"Yeah well get used to it buddy. If you're gonna get narky about one person not liking you, you're gonna hate reality"
He looked like he wanted to say something, but decided against it. This last minute decision left him looking rather bemused. This of course pissed me off even more he should just say whatever is on his mind so I stormed off towards the exit of the school.
He infuriated me. It was like; he wanted me to like him so much, yet the more he tried, the more I pushed him away. I could never like him. I hated him to much. Some say people change.
Seasons change. People dont.
The air was sharp, biting in to my skin as I stormed away from the school. The sky was a bright baby blue, with gorgeous little cotton ball clouds hanging in it. The sun gave everything a warm yellow tinge. Everything looked so happy, warm and inviting. But I just wanted to scream, and rip it from the canvas and paint it all black. Hayden did that to me. The second he appeared in my mind, anything I had been thinking was forgotten and it was all just rage.
But not just normal rage pent up rage. Contained, confined and controlled, I kept it hidden. It stewed and bubbled in my subconscious, and I knew that one day, it was all going to come spewing out and a mess of words, tears and frustration.
And that scared me.
How could one person take me and turn me into everything that I hated? How could he take such control over my life, when I pushed him so far away?
How could he do that to me?
I screamed, long and loud. The whole street was alive with my yell, tears bubbling over my eyelids; I threw my school bag down with as much force as I could muster.
Then I ran. Ran as fast as I could, as far away as I could. I wanted him to just leave me alone. I had thought that changing schools in year 5 could help. And it had, until, 5 years later; he somehow appeared at my school, conveniently forgetting I had ever existed. Was I that forgettable? Was I that unimportant that everything he had ever done to me could just be forgotten?
Did I matter that little?
Was I cursed to always have this looming shadow of rage lingering behind me; this always present glimpse of everything I loathed? I just wanted to leave it all behind; to start again; to run away from everything I had ever known.
But where can you run to escape from yourself?
"You dropped this back there..."
A voice interrupted my angst, shaking me from my mind. I looked up at the boy, his dark eyes glinting in the sunlight.
"Dropped?" I asked, sceptically.
"Well, more like, threw in an angry fit of rage, but who am I to nitpick?"
I smiled. A small hint of a smile, but seeing it, he pushed on.
"So after I saw you having a...a bit of a moment back there and decided you probably wouldnt go back for this...so I brought it to you!"
He looked so proud of himself; I couldnt help but to laugh. His dark green eyes glinted in the mid afternoon sun, half shaded by his dark hair that hung over his face not in an emo way, in more of a 'I couldnt be bothered fixing my hair for the past 3 months' sort of way. His face was worn, like he'd seen too much, but his smile seemed to take over his face and hide it all.
"Well, thanks" I told him, accepting my bag from him.
"But I do have to ask a question"
"Yeah?"
"Its a Saturday...yet you're in your school uniform...do explain"
I laughed. "I had detention, and that wasnt a question"
He smiled again and I realized I wasnt mad anymore. I wasnt even the slightest bit angry with the fact that Hayden existed. That had to mean something, didnt it?
"I'm Valerie" I told him.
"Kyle" He told me, with a small smile. "I'm Kyle."

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