บททั้งหมดของ Love To Hate Me: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"Faster baby, faster!" It's not every day I walk into my boyfriend's apartment, excited to celebrate our one-year anniversary, only to find his pale ass in the air as he pumps himself into a strange lady underneath him. The thought of smashing my violin on his head is tempting, but I have a solo performance in an hour. What if his dense skull breaks it? No.. I don't care. I drop the gift bag, my hands shaking as I remove my violin from its case. I raise it, ready to strike the back of his head. But just as I'm about to swing, the girl beneath him screams like a banshee. Nate's eyes widen, his face pale and horrified, as he turns to stare at me. "Jas!" A pained, deranged smile curls onto my lips. "Hello, babe," "It's... It's not what you think!" Nate pulls out of the lady, scrambling to his feet and hastily putting on his pants. He points at the terrified-looking girl on the cushion. "I don't even know her!" The typical denial. The girl's face twists in anger as she glares at

"Don't forget about your assignments, class; there will be extra credit," The professor says as he exits the auditorium, triggering a burst of conversation among the students who are rushing to leave.I shove my books into my backpack, wincing as I zip it closed with my stupid bandaid-covered fingers, which I'd forgotten were still sore from plucking my violin strings earlier."Fucking fingers!" Frustration pulses through me like a drumbeat.Slinging my backpack onto my shoulder, I grab my violin case, my stomach growling with hunger. Fuck! I haven't eaten breakfast or lunch yet.I press my hand to my rumbling stomach. "At this rate, I'll definitely lose more weight."As I walk down the hall, shoving my hood over my head, I'm relieved that people don't stare as much in college as they do in high school. Everyone's too busy dealing with their own issues to notice an antisocial freshman like me, always dressed in black and hiding behind my hood due to my insecurities about my long hair.

"How long are you going to sleep, loser?"That voice... I know it, but it's deeper now, rougher. And it's heavy with anticipation, creating a stir in my chest.Rhys..."Hey!" The urgency and impatience in his tone escalate, accompanied by light slaps on my cheek.A startled gasp escapes me as I open my eyes to find his face achingly close, our noses nearly touching, his warm breath leaving me breathless.Shock flashes in those dark eyes, and I'm momentarily distracted by how infuriatingly attractive he is. His features look chiseled to perfection – every line, every angle, every detail is goddamn flawless.A surge of rage and desire courses through me; I want to touch him, scratch my nails into his cheeks until blood pours out. But when I try to move my hands, I realize I'm trapped."Where am I?! Why am I tied up?" I snap, my eyes frantically scanning the luxurious, yet eerily plain, bedroom.Rhys erupts into a deep, throaty laughter, leaning back and standing upright before me. His a

"I did all your assignments for you," I say, handing Keon his books and pulling out mine to place on the table.Keon stares at me as if I have two heads, and I instinctively press my hand to my head to check. Just to make sure."Th...thank you," he stammers, his bright smile transforming his previously nervous face.I give a reluctant laugh. "You owe me. Now start coming to class regularly, okay?"Keon nods enthusiastically, and a ghost of a smile curls on my lips.After submitting our assignments, class is over, and Keon and I make our way to the soccer field. I'm not sure if Keon wants to come, but he is following me.Meanwhile, I'm searching for Rhys.He was our lead striker back in high school. I haven't researched his college activities, but he did break my nose with a soccer ball, so he's definitely still playing.As we arrive, the soccer field is filled with cheering students, mostly girls, to be honest. Their excited squeals echo through every corner. I join them, sitting righ

I watch as the manager squirms away hurriedly, whimpering and sniffling at the sharp cut I've just inflicted on his neck. I drew it to scratch the itch, to see my knife painted red.Honestly... I expect Jasper to yelp or stare at me in shock, but instead, he gazes at me in awe.I calmly shove my knife into my pocket and take a deep breath. "You never fail to get under people's skin, do you?""That fucker isn't a person, just a pervert." He turns away, sitting back on the barstool. "If you're expecting a thank you, you're not going to get it."I nod slowly and sit next to him. "Has he ever tried to touch you?"Jasper frowns. "Two more shots, Mary," he tells the bartender sternly. Mary eyes me warily, then avoids me like a poisonous plague.My lips twitch as I pull out my phone from my pocket. I glance at the screen to see a text from Damon.[Grim reaper: I'm heading back to Russia. It's up to you and Asael to get rid of the pestering gang. The other members will take care of the cleanu