10 Things I Hate About Me Book Novels & Stories

Ace kissed me on the cheek. “What I hate very much is a man who makes my feelings go haywire.” I mumbled to myself. This made me hate Ace even more. My body responded to him and I hated it. Like hell I’m going to step into that office again and let him be the boss of me. Never.

It shouldn't change any thing if she hates me right? I mean, I've seen tons of human display their hatred against me. Why then does her own hatred towards me matters? Why am I over reacting towards it? Its okay for people to hate me, why then is it not okay for her to hate me too? The only person I never wished for to hate me was Amelia and she's no more. "I just want this to stop as soon as possible, I hate holding my self guilty." I yelled out in frustration as I banged my fist on the table before me. "I hate this foreign feeling."

He wants to know what I think. " * Laughs* Sounds like my greedy pet just got greedier." " What about you? What do you hate about me?" " Well... I hate how your silver tongue always knows exactly what to say to drive me nuts. I hate how you always manage to be able to find that missing piece in my theories with your shocking simple point of view. I hate how you know me so well that you're able to predict what my next move is, whether I'll sleep and eat or not. I hate how you and Kaen have your own little world where you talk weirdly and challenge each other with pointless, weird, funny challenges. I hate how soft and cuddly you are in your leopard form and that I just want to hold you foreve

I inquired curiously. "Well, for one, you're a very mysterious person. You're closed off and you don't seem to like to let people close to you but you share a very close bond with Max which is why you hate to hurt him but somehow always manage to. You have a lot of secrets and think you're a bad person even though you're not." "Hmm, you're not wrong but I wouldn't say you're right either." I glanced up at her and we locked eyes. "I am a bad person. Just think about all the things I've done to you and–"

That every single morning when you wake up, you have to mentally prepare yourself for another whole day of someone literally hating every single breath you take? "He doesn't just ignore me anymore," I say, and my voice sounds all shaky and weird, like it's not even my voice anymore. "It's like... okay, remember back in middle school when Jenny Parker decided she hated you? Like, how she wouldn't even look at you in the hallway and would walk all the way around just to avoid you? It's about a hundred times worse than that. Every single time he looks at me now, it's like... like I'm the absolute worst person who's ever lived. And you want to know the really crazy part? He honestly, truly belie

There are two things I love in life. One, Fridays, Two, Trading insults with Clumsy Nancy. Her name’s actually Nancy Gilbert, but I don’t even care. Nancy, 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 to shut up to my face. No sugarcoating, no fake smiles. This morning, she wore a coat that made her look like the dwarf from Game of Thrones. I don’t just get this girl. Sometimes, she's pretty dull; other times, she’s like the ‘terror’ in the popular line from GOT, ‘For the night

People began to talk amongst each other and it was quite amusing seeing how everyday early turned towards me for a response. "We have hung out a few times, we are working on being friends that's all." I responded leaving no room for arguments. "So you don't hate him nor anyone in his family?" Another question was thrown. "I do not. Not even Mrs King. It's unhealthy and tiring to harbor hate." I responded. "Why is the book then titled the Clapback?" The same person questioned and I chuckled weakly.

“I mean it, Jace. Don’t talk to me. Don’t look at me. Pretend I don’t exist. It shouldn’t be that hard, you’ve been doing it at school for weeks.” “Don’t you think you’re overreacting here?” “And just so you know?” She turned back, eyes red and full of pure hatred. “You’re absolutely right about one thing. I am nobody. But at least I’m not a coward who tears people down just to make himself feel better. At least I’m not so terrified of what people think that I’d rather hurt someone than admit I care about them.” She slammed the door so hard the pictures on my wall rattled.

"I don't react to holy water. I know what you're thinking. You want to get rid of me. Look, there's only two ways in the book that you can get rid of all that lust." Finally, something worth listening to! He had my attention because I looked at him with more intention than before, almost regretting it when he hit me with that lazy stare. He was effortlessly handsome. Goddamn! He held up his hand as he counted, "One, sex. Two, death." "You're bluffing," I folded my hands. "I kid you not," he shrugged. "I read a book because of you. I hate reading." "You're among the top ten brightest students in class. How can you hate reading?"

What the fuck is wrong with me? God, I hate myself. And I hate Evie. I hate her for living her life without me. And I hate that I haven’t been able to live without her. Because, really, all I have done for the last decade is exist inside the haze of my memories of her.