All Chapters of Hate Me, Love Me |GxG|: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

M:"What's the matter? Talk to me, Margaux!" Jamie chased after me into the parking lot. I was thankful most of the school's population had already headed home."I told you to leave me alone." I stopped at my car and glared at him."I won't. We've been together for over a week, I think I—""No, you don't!" I gestured sharply between the two of us. "Jamie, I told you that this is an act. I don't like you—hell, I don't even know who the fuck you are. In fact, I'm done. This false relationship is over."I didn't wait for a response before I got into my car and backed out of the space. Tears blurred my vision as I drove toward the one place responsible for ruining my life. I wiped them away every time they spilled over my cheeks. What have I done?As I pulled into the garage, I checked the mirror to scrub away any tear stains before stepping out. I sniffled, squared my shoulders, and opened the front door. I prayed my father wasn't home, but my hope died the second I heard him call out

Ever since the moment I had caught a glimpse of those bruises on Margaux's skin, my mind had been a chaotic mess. I couldn't stop thinking about them; the image was burned into my retinas, playing on a loop every hour of the day. But alongside the worry, there was a bitter taste in the back of my throat. I was still furious. Every time I caught her eye in the hallway, my cheek seemed to throb with the ghost of the slap she'd delivered in front of the entire school. Not to mention what she had said back when I had been forced, against my will, to sit at her table—how she had slandered my parent's names just to maintain her 'Queen Bee' status.Part of me wanted to demand an explanation right there in the corridor—to scream at her for being so cruel—but the sight of those bruises kept my tongue tied.How could I hate someone so much while simultaneously wanting to shield them from whatever monster was breaking them? It was a constant, exhausting tug-of-war in my chest.And the fact tha

M: What the hell was wrong with me? The question looped in my mind like a broken record. Why did I do those things to Remington? And more importantly, why was every fiber of my being screaming at me to do them again? I had to admit, if only to myself in the dead of night, that it felt incredible to be held like that. To be kissed with that kind of desperate, grounding intensity. I hadn't felt that safe in ages—maybe ever—but I knew with a sinking certainty that it couldn't happen again. It was too dangerous. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I sprawled out on my bed, staring up at the sterile white ceiling of my room. Her lips had been so impossibly soft. Even in the heat of the moment, her hands had stayed firmly at my waist out of a sense of respect that I didn't feel I deserved. I had wanted her hands to go lower. I had wanted to feel the weight of her against me. The memory of her clothed bulge pressing against my center sent a fresh wave of shivers down my spine. I reall

My eyes had been scanning the same paragraph of this history book for the past twenty minutes. The words blurred into meaningless ink every few seconds as my mind relentlessly betrayed me. I couldn't stop thinking about the club. I couldn't stop thinking about the cold porcelain of the bathroom sink, the smell of Margaux's perfume, and the staggering, breathless way she had looked up at me from the floor. It felt like I was under some sort of spell, a magnetic pull I was powerless to resist. I cleared my throat and shook my head aggressively, trying to force my focus back to the page. Relax, Remington. It's the weekend. Just relax. My phone suddenly dinged, vibrating on the nightstand. I sighed in relief and tossed the book across the room like it had caught fire. It was 7:35pm. I had planned to spend the rest of my weekend in a state of idle peace, but a single notification from the woman occupying every crevice of my brain ended that dream instantly. Margaux: What are

After being abruptly pulled from the depths of a dreamless sleep by Margaux's call, I dragged myself out of bed. The house felt hollow—too quiet. Marcus and Dad had been called back to LA for some urgent business they couldn't ignore. We spoke occasionally, but the silence stretching through the hallways was a constant reminder of just how alone I was. I stood in the kitchen, carefully prying the last slice of bread from the toaster when the doorbell chimed. I wiped my jam-stained hands on a paper towel, my heart giving a nervous skip. I barely had the door open before a whirlwind of dark hair and expensive perfume slammed into me. I stumbled backward, my heels skidding across the hardwood until I hit the floor with a solid thud. Where Margaux got the strength to take me down like that, I had no idea—but I wasn't complaining about the sudden warmth. "Oof. You good?" I muttered, breath hitching as my hands instinctively found her hair, gently smoothing it down. Her face was bu