There was something about that boy that made her stomach choke with revulsion.
There was something about him that made her eyes harden with pique.
There was something about that guy that made her fists whorl into two pinpoints of pain.
There was something about him that locked her jaw and set her teeth raw with contempt.
She didn't know why, but she simply hated him.
When he passed by her in the hallway and his eyes hacked through her guarded expression, she hated him.
When his lips curled into that perfect smirk, she hated him.
I hate him, she reminded herself, as she buried the body of the girl who flirted with him in maths class.


© Noor Mahroof