All Chapters of Hate Me, Love Me |GxG|: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My sleep was cut short by a vigorous shove. My eyes snapped open, instantly alert."Huh? What is it?" My brain was still foggy from the few hours of sleep I'd managed to catch."Remington...I-I don't know how to say this," Sarah said. She was fighting back tears, her voice trembling. And she called me by my full name. She never does that.Anxiety spiked in my chest as I sat up. "Sarah, please. Tell me what's wrong."She pulled me into a hug, finally sobbing. "Your mom...she's at the hospital. I got a call. She was in an accident."The blood ran cold in my veins. Mom. Accident. Hospital. The words looped in my head like a broken record as I scrambled for my sweater and shoes. "Let's go. Tell me which hospital on the way."The drive was eerily quiet. We were both on edge, shifting in our seats as if they were made of fire. The second we arrived, I sprinted to the front desk. "Sofia Alvarez," I called out. The nurse told me she was in the ICU and pointed me toward where my father was

The morning came too fast. I spent an extra ten minutes in the shower, the hot water a poor attempt to stall the inevitable. If I ditched the first day, my father would have my head, and I'd already been through enough drama to last a lifetime.After stepping out, I pulled on a sports bra and matching boxers. I stood in my walk-in closet, staring at my options before settling on a dark blue denim jacket, a slightly lighter shade of jeans, and a white t-shirt. I made sure to clasp the pendant Mom gave me for my thirteenth birthday. She'd said she would be with me whenever I wore it. I hadn't really been listening then, but I was clinging to the thought now.I pulled my curls up into a tight bun; they were getting longer than I liked. After sliding on my black Jordan Air Force 1s, I checked the mirror. I grabbed my backpack and shoved my wallet into my back pocket, nearly forgetting deodorant before doing a quick 180 to spray a cloud of it.I headed for the garage and found Marcus al

A week had passed since the fight at the basketball court and the ongoing suspension of Kevin. Coach was forced to strip the captaincy from him because things were spiraling; the locker room was a powder keg, and Kevin was the match. Coach eventually alerted us to how he'd pick the new leadership: a scrimmage. No politics, no popularity contests, just ball. The players he deemed fit would be chosen, and there wouldn't be any room for complaints. I was a wreck. What if another Kevin stepped in? I wasn't ready for another season of looking over my shoulder for racist slurs or 'accidental' elbows to the ribs. I was currently in the empty girl's locker room, pulling on my jersey for the friendly match when, as usual, the doors burst open. I didn't even have to look up. "If it isn't the mixed-race freak," Margaux spat, her arms folded tight as she tried to loom over me. I chuckled. I couldn't help it. She was so predictable. I raised a brow when she looked confused. "How origina

"What do you mean parties aren't your scene?!"I stayed silent, leaning back against my headboard and purposely letting the silence stretch to mess with him."Remington? Is this thing even working? I just got these headphones last month," Michael grumbled, the sound of him fumbling with his gear crackling through the line."I'm here," I finally said, unable to hide my amusement. "And as I've mentioned—I will not be attending any party whatsoever." I turned my focus back to my desk, putting the finishing touches on my math homework. These teachers weren't pulling any stops; the workload was getting heavier by the day."You're such a fun-sponge," he groaned, sounding as dramatic as a soap opera lead.I chuckled. "I can have fun, Michael. I just refuse to do it in an overly crowded house that reeks of cheap alcohol, sweat, and poor decisions. Did I forget to mention it's a biohazard? All those cramped, sweaty bodies in one place? No thanks."I picked up my phone and flopped back onto my

M: It has been exactly two months and two days since the new student, Remington Alvarez, showed up. In that short window, she's managed to transition from 'weirdo' to 'hot weirdo.' No matter where I go, her name seems to bounce from wall to wall. I'll admit, I disliked her the second I saw her. She didn't actually do anything to me, but I have a sixth sense for people who are going to be a problem. I knew she'd have half the school's undivided attention within hours, and I was right—as always. The moment she stood at the front of the class, I was floored by her height. I've never seen a girl tower over everyone like that. I felt a flicker of intimidation, but I made sure it vanished as quickly as it appeared. "Can you believe the nerve of that weirdo?" one of the cheerleaders muttered, her voice grating on my last nerve. I scrunched my nose but forced a plastic smile. "I'll make her life at this school as insufferable as possible, trust me," I stated, my face remaining a blan