All Chapters of Hate Me, Love Me |GxG|: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

M: Last week seemed to flash by, with everyone droning on and on about the fight that went down at the basketball court. It was also big news that Kevin had been suspended and stripped of his captain's badge, which meant a new one was going to be appointed in the coming weeks. Remington and her friend had gotten a week of detention. The bruises on their faces were still evident, but they seemed to be healing quickly. Speaking of the devil—I followed her when I saw her heading into the locker room, likely to change for practice. I did what I always did: burst through the doors and startled her. I enjoyed that very much. "If it isn't the mixed-race freak," I started, my tone harsh as I crossed my arms to assert my dominance. She chuckled. I raised a brow, wondering what was suddenly so funny. Did I have something on my face? She had a suspicious smirk on her face as she began taking slow, wide steps toward me. "How original. What do you want this time? A hug? Or perhaps you'd

M:Sunday couldn't have arrived fast enough. After the suffocating tension of the week, I was desperate for an escape. I was genuinely happy that I'd get to spend a day with my best friend after what felt like a lifetime. With this being our senior year, the schedule had been nothing short of hectic. Finding the time to just 'hang out' without the pressure of cheer practice or academic expectations was a rare, precious luxury."Just one more turn and I'll be right in front of your house, H," I said into the Bluetooth system, drumming my fingers on the leather-wrapped steering wheel to the beat of the pop song playing at a low volume. The morning sun was bright, reflecting off the polished hood of my car, and for a moment, the world felt almost normal."Okay, but be quick! There's a new pair of Choos that's been calling my name, and I swear, if some basic bitch gets them before I do, I will lowkenuinely throw hands." Heather's voice was over-enthusiastic, vibrating through the speak

M:"Will you relax?"I rolled my eyes at Heather, who had been pacing frantically around my bedroom for the last ten minutes. She was the definition of high-strung, the pads of her bare feet slapping rhythmically against the hardwood floor.The irony? She was hunting for her shoes while they were clutched firmly in her own hands."It's not like your crush is going to attend her first party since she moved here—which you just happen to be heading to," she shot back, cutting her eyes at me with a playful yet searing glare."I see you're still failing to grasp the concept of 'off-limits,'" I replied coolly.I turned back to my vanity, the bright LED bulbs of the mirror causing my skin to glow. I hadn't even wanted to go to this thing. The thought of smelling cheap beer and listening to the mindless drone of high school gossip sounded exhausting. But Heather had been relentless. She'd gone so far as to have Jeremy, the host, personally invite Remington.Don't look at me like that. I was

A groan escaped my lips as I reached over to fumbled with my phone, desperate to kill the alarm. Just when I was finally getting some sleep, you piece of shit. I slid the covers off and stood up, stretching my stiff, tense muscles until a small moan of relief escaped me. Did I mention I need a massage? Because I really do. Sluggishly shrugging off my nightwear, I strolled into the bathroom and stepped into the shower without thinking. The moment I turned on the faucet, I regretted my half-awake state. The water was icy-cold, hitting my skin like needles. "Holy shit!" I hissed, flinching away from the spray. Well, I was fully awake now. I adjusted the temperature until the steam began to rise, finally letting the heat soak into my skin. My mind was still hazy, but the fog was starting to lift. After I stepped out, I realized I'd forgotten to brush my teeth—the o

I rested my elbow on the armrest, watching Sarah in the passenger seat as she practically vibrated with restless energy."I will turn this car around right now if you keep acting like you're on a caffeine high," I threatened. She went still instantly."You're such a fun sponge," she pouted, crossing her arms."So I've been told," I hummed, navigating the morning traffic.You're probably wondering: Why is she here? How is she here? And where are we going? Especially since we usually live miles apart. I'll answer those soon enough."Look at you, not even denying the allegations," she said, shaking her head in faux disappointment."There's no time for fun when I'm still trying to investigate." I'd told her my theory about my mother's accident, and she'd supported me blindly from the start. It seemed suspicious to her, too. The official police report called it a tragic hit-and-run by a drunk driver