Semua Bab NOW THAT I HATE YOU LESS: Bab 1 - Bab 10

There are two things I love in life. One, Fridays, Two, Trading insults with Clumsy Nancy. Her name’s actually Nancy Gilbert, but I don’t even care. Nancy, she’s sarcastic, prickly and looks at me irritatingly like I’m the gum stuck to her shoe. But I find her interesting, to an extent. I love how she hates me, and I love how she knows that I love how she hates me. But I hate how audacious she is, how she tells me to shut up to my face. No sugarcoating, no fake smiles. This morning, she wore a coat that made her look like the dwarf from Game of Thrones. I don’t just get this girl. Sometimes, she's pretty dull; other times, she’s like the ‘terror’ in the popular line from GOT, ‘For the night is dark and full of TERRORS’. Anyways, I love staring at her cause it upsets her, and that’s my favorite part of life, the days I live for. She catches me staring and walks up to me, and then hands me a glue stick. At first, I thought the iconic Clumsy Nancy was going to ask for help, but not unt

I've seen a lot of bullcrap in my life, but nothing has made me want to smash a phone into someone's face until they bleed to death faster than what made Nancy cry. Nancy's face was filled with tears streaming down her cheeks when she saw the video. By the time work ended, Nancy was already gone. I couldn't stop her. I didn't want to. She didn't need me breathing down her neck at a time like this. She needed space, and that was exactly what I gave her. Michael Peterson. The name was like a bad image in my head now. I sat at my desk longer than I should’ve; it was late, and everyone had gone home. My laptop screen glowed in the dark as I scrolled from page to page, viewing Michael’s life like a bad movie. Every new thing I learned about him made me want to punch him all the more. He had an entirely different online presence. I found his contact details after 3 long hours of search, bought a fake female profile, then reached out to him, saying I’m a fan who would love to meet him.

I felt better than I had in days, maybe even weeks or months, as the case may be. The ecstatic feeling was accompanied by a majestic massage on my hips. My eyes tore open, scanning for the intruder behind those wonderful touches. It was Alaric, my hero. Just then, memories from the past night began flooding in, making my cheeks turn red. Ric had shown up at my apartment yesterday to check up on me. I enjoyed every moment with him. Yes! This was the boy I knew, the boy from my childhood days, he was back to life! I placed my head on his chest, and it felt really good. I quickly wrapped my arms around him, wishing to never let go. He smelled like pineapples and everything sweet in the world. "Looks like someone had a great night," he mouthed to me. And in the next moment, he was trailing my neck with kisses, making me turn red. "How long have you been awake?" I said, rolling away from him. Unfortunately, the bed wasn't big enough, so I fell butt flat on the hard floor, causing h

I left Evara Press like an angry bird, and not even sure why I was so mad. All I knew was that I had to get out of there, away from everyone. I practically threw myself onto the cab, and then I heard someone I knew calling my name from behind me."Nancy?" The feminine voice called out. I turned towards a girl with caramel coloured skin, hazel eyes and a nose piercing that matched the one on her left eyebrow. She looked beautiful, crossing a camera around her neck."Raya?" I asked, as if unsure. The Raya I knew didn't have piercings and detested the color black. "It really is you," she said as she enveloped me in a bare hug. Raya had been my classmate back in high school. Aside from Ric and Miss Geraldine, she was one of the only people who ever stood up for me. I was bullied a lot in high school for being so clumsy, but now it was merely spectacular and I couldn't care less about the opinions of others. "What are you doing here?" She asked after almost suffocating me."Me? I could

(NANCY'S POV)I felt sour as I looked towards Alaric. I thought about apologizing, but I felt like it wasn't the right time. He surely hated me at that point. He had helped me with Michael, and I hadn't even given him so much as a thank you. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled up in front of a really fancy building, allowing me to look around. I hadn't even noticed when we had entered the neighborhood. It was so quiet and had few people walking around, unlike my usually busy neighborhood. I looked towards Alaric questioningly, but his face was expressionless. I immediately took it as my cue to get out."There's a penthouse on the top floor, and all you'll need will be there. If there's anything you can call the receptionist," he instructed as I alighted. He sped off as soon as my feet touched the floor. I stumbled back a few steps due to the dust, blinking in surprise. Yeah, I guess I dug that pit myself. A tall Asian looking man was standing by the door."You must be Miss