10 Things I Hate About Me Book Novels & Stories

I was not entirely successful. The lecture was fine. I retained maybe forty percent of it because the other sixty percent of my brain was occupied with frost blue eyes and a question I had been turning over since yesterday. Whether I was actually going to do it. Whether I was going to take the challenge he had dropped on me right there in my bedroom while his hand was inside me and Jaxon was at the bottom of the stairs. Make him hate me. The idea of it felt ridiculous and also, quietly, terrifying. I was walking the hallway toward my next class with my phone in my hand, checking it for the fourth time since I sat down in my last lecture, when I heard my name.

“Tell me what is happening right now. Do not hold anything back. I can see you are carrying something heavy today.” I shook my head quickly, and tears spilled down my cheeks without warning. “I hate this,” I said, my voice breaking loudly in the quiet room. “I hate feeling weak every single day. I hate crying in the bathroom at work, crying in my car on the way here, and crying the second I sit on this stupid couch. I hate that I can’t just be normal like everyone else. I hate that I feel like a little kid who can’t handle anything without falling apart.”

And I hated it. I hated the world for letting it happen. Hated the gods. Hated those weak fools who called themselves family. Hated the children I’d brought into the world because they were reminders of what I could never have. Because I’d given them the one thing no one ever gave me. Freedom. And they wasted it. They became soft. They let people love them. Let themselves believe they were safe, that they were wanted. It made me sick. Love is a lie. And I would prove it.

“What happened?” I groan. Maverick happened. Maverick and his Maverickness and his stupid Maverick ways. I hate him. I apparently hate a lot of things and they seem to circulate around the same three things. I hate life right about now, because I should know better and I really do. I still got railed by Maverick with his huge dick, because I’m a stupid whore for him. Lovely. Just lovely. “I’m an idiot,” I mutter. “One hundred percent!” Darius agrees.

> Now I’m not sure if walking away the first time was worse. > I think I hate how he’s changed. > I think I hate that I still notice. > I think I hate that I don’t hate him at all.

I stand there for a second, stunned, still holding my stupid books against my chest like a shield. God, I hate him. I hate how he gets under my skin. How he acts like he knows everything. Like I’m just a bug he’s waiting to crush. But what I hate more? The fact that even after all that, my heart is racing. And I know exactly why. I just have a stupid, inconvenient, absolutely terrible crush on Zeus McAlister. Not that I’m ever going to tell him that. I scoop up the last of my books with a huff and head to my next class, trying to ignore the way my palms are still sweaty. Zeus McAllister is officially the worst, and now he’s burned into my brain like a virus I can’t uninstall.

VICTOR There are exactly two things I fucking hate: turning into a beast every night and arguing with my father. And honestly, I’d take turning into a beast over arguing with my father any time. Because that man loves to be right, and he will not stop the argument until he’s right.

“Baby—” “You want me to hate you, but I don’t,” I cut in. “I can’t. Instead, I hate myself. I hate myself because I am completely okay with this.” My throat tightened. “I hate myself because I don’t care that my father’s in prison, and that I don’t ever want him to get out.”

Never ending shivers are leaving my body. He removed his hands around me as I immediately got up. I closed my eyes as I let my tears out. I loathe myself for not being able to save myself. I hate how I got crushed like an ant in his presence. I detest myself more than him. I looked as him in resentment as i said in anger, "I hate your very existence!" I let out soft sob and began to leave as I heard him say, "I know that, No one loves me anyways"

I've lived my life without his kind and I won't start changing my lifestyle now. I flung my phone to the couch and walked up the stairs to my room not caring that I might get a call later. This is sickening. All of these!...I hate my parents for making me go through this. I hate Blake. I hate him for everything that he's worth which is not saying much. I hate the world for even letting me be born. I hate having to deal with all my life's trouble on my own. I hate that I'm so insecure about everything. Like the universe is against me. I hate that I can't tell anyone about my life. Cause they'll leave. Like Fabrico just did. I wasn't even worth it.