100 Things I Hate About You Novels & Stories

But I was stunned for a moment. I saw the tattoo on the side of his thigh. My name was written on it. And under my name there is a heart. Written on the heart. 'My Girl'. My eyes watered. "Kier…" "I love you, Fatima. I have always loved you. But I used to think that you couldn't love me because you hate me so much. I'm sorry." "Who wouldn't be angry with you? You insult me ​​every day for being obese."

“I’m fucking done with you, with her, I’m done with everything! I fucking hate you.” “You don’t mean that.” He gulps, pain flickering in his eyes, a pain we could have averted, a pain that I’ve felt tenfold just now. It hurts so bad that my heart feels like it might stop if I forget to take one breath. “I do,” I nod, staring blankly at him. “I hate you for making me fall for you. I hate you for lying to me, I hate her for letting you do this to me after everything. I hate...I hate..I.. I—” I run out things I hate about him, things I should hate like his fucking perfect face that I won’t let myself wonder if our child would have gotten.

I made sure you ended up being publicly humiliated.  It was so f.u.cking satisfying. Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes, ready to burst open any minute. • why? Why did you do that?  It’s because I hate you. I fu.c.king hate everything about you, fu.c.king b.it.ch. I hate how everything is fu.c.king working out for you, you cheap tramp.  I’m glad I messed you up that time, and I would happily do it again if you don’t do what I want.

Something uncomfortable. Something I hated immediately.

But deep down, I knew there was another reason I didn’t resist. It was him. Minutes later, the coffee table was scattered with snacks—chips, chocolate, soda cans that had magically appeared from room service—and the TV flickered to life. Adam scrolled through a list of movies. I expected documentaries, something academic, something boring. Instead, he clicked on 10 Things I Hate About You. I blinked at the screen, then at him. “You… watch romcoms?” He turned, eyebrows raised. “Why do you sound so shocked?”

I pursued my lips again, gritting those words out like an unbreakable vows, " I hate you.. that you smile..at another man...but hates..me....Yes..I fucking hate you..Now..I will do something that...you will hate me the most... Since...I can't..be..the man..you love..I want to be..the man that...you hate..the most...I will.. take.. Ryan away... from you.. until... you are..at my mercy... begging.."

A measure of everything that is bad for me. I'm pretty sure I'm not his type either. He hates my red hair so much, he tried to cut it off. He hates my guts. He hates that I do not swoon like the rest when he shows up. He hates that I don't drool after him, begging him to take me. I'm sure the list of things hated goes on and on, longer than that. We aren't anything to each other. Never will be. Goddess forbid that anything comes of the both of us.

Finally the voices start to fade away. Dr Ann said it was all in my imagination that people don’t actually despise me. That they had their own problems to worry about and “wouldn’t waste so much of their thoughts on you” but I was right. I was right all along. Everyone hates me….everyone hates me….everyone hates me…everyone hates me…everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me.

Xander said, looking at her affectionately. Ariadne smiled joyfully. They were so caught up in their conversation that they didn't notice the fuming Crystal, who was watching them from the couch. She abruptly stood up and dashed to the garden, where her mother was seated. She ran up to Emma and hugged her. "I hate her." she declared, gritting her teeth. "Who, dear?" Emma was puzzled by her action. "Aria..." she looked at her mother. "I like Xander, Mom. He's so smart, handsome, and rich... I want him. I can't tolerate him with her." Crystal's words revealed her intense hatred for Ariadne.

-Cole I hate him.