All Chapters of ALMOST HATE, ALMOST LOVE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

There are two things I love in life. One, Fridays.Two, Trading insults with Clumsy Gracie. Her name’s actually Gracie Gilbert but I don’t even care. Gracie, 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 “shut up” to my face. No sugarcoating, no fake smiles. This morning, she wore a coat that made her look like Tyrion Lannister. I don’t just get this girl, sometimes, she's pretty dull, other times, she’s scary, makes me want to go home and have a good day.Anyways, I love staring at her cause it upsets her and that’s my favorite part of life, the days I live for.I’m at it again, she sees me staring and walks up to me then hands me a glue. At first I thought the iconic Clumsy Gracie was going to ask for help, not until she opened her fraudulent mouth. “Here, glue your e

I've seen a lot of jerks in my life, but no one has made me want to smash a phone into someone's face until they bleed to death faster than the jerk who made Clums cry. Gracie’s face was filled with tears when she saw the video. By the time work ended, she 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. Micheal 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 Micheal’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 five 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. You see, if you want to

I don’t know how many hours we spent making out and doing adult stuff but it went on and on. Wait, I don’t mean we went several hours non-stop. C’mon, we’re not machines. Even machines overheat from overuse.We took breaks at intervals, talked about high school and life then one of us turns the other on again and the circle continued.Maybe I never really hated Nick, I just hated our first encounter together after we met again years later.The morning after the kiss was my favorite morning in a while. For the first time in years, life felt okay again. I pinched myself to be sure it wasn’t a dream anf guess what? It was real, Nick was still on my bed.“Nick, we should get ready for work,” I said, shaking him awake.“Just five more minutes, Clums.”I smiled.Wait, did I really just smile? He called me Clums but for the first time, I didn’t find it annoying. His voice was infact very romantic, hot. Very hot.“Okay, but just five minutes!” I said, trying to be romantically-serious.“Mhmm