100 Things I Hate About You の小説・ストーリー

"Why would I hate you?" I shrug. "I don't know...I'm thrusting you into the limelight you ran away from." She laughs and shakes her head, touching my chest for a second. "I'm not mad at you, and I don't hate you. I would like to wring the necks of everyone else, though. Especially that nosy son of a bitch reporter." Her cursing shocks me to the extent that I burst out laughing. "I'm glad I'm not him," I announce.

It boils my blood. I’m annoyed because I liked Victoria for her strong-independent-attitude, but she then fell in love with that Nixon guy and she just let her pride be stepped. Gosh! She almost has it all! Why, of all things, would she want the love of that bastard Nixon? Duh! “Ciara, come down! We’re eating.”, I heard my mom shouted from the dining area, so I grabbed the book that I threw a while ago and then went down.

It would go to waste in a cinema dressed like this. He got tickets for '10 things I hate about you', the 1999 movie at the, wait... "The Marlowe Revue?" I almost turned completely in my seat, "you bought movie tickets from the Marlowe Revue!!" I exclaimed, jumping in my seat while Rowan chuckled at my happiness. "Yes, babe." "But, how did you..." I trailed off, not even knowing what to say, I read the logo and name on the ticket again, just to be sure I was seeing the right things.

Clara muttered at a loss. ‎ ‎Inside the room, the anger finally exploded. Liam ripped off his uniform jacket and threw it across the room. ‎ ‎Everything suddenly felt too tight; too loud; too... unfair. ‎ ‎He shoved a box off the table. It crashed against the wall. ‎ ‎Another bag followed.His suitcase tipped over as he kicked it aside, "I hate this!” he shouted. ‎ ‎His chest heaved as the frustration poured out of him .He hated his mother. He hated this stupid town. He hated the way everything kept getting ruined.

"You're a scoundrel, Dr. Turner! You killed your own daughter because of your mistress. Yet, you have the gall to hire us so we could ruin your wife's reputation? Do you even have a conscience, Dr. Turner?" "You're a terrible and ungrateful bitch, Suzanne Byron! The Vaughn family funded your postgraduate studies, didn't they? Yet, this is how you treat your benefactors? Sleeping with Ms. Vaughn's husband and causing their daughter's death?" "You deserve to die! Both of you deserve to go to hell!"

"Why do you hate me so much?" "You really want to know why I hate you?" I demanded, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "I hate you because you know me. I hate you because you’ve seen me at my absolute lowest. I hate you because you hold the secrets I am trying so desperately to bury. I hate you because I'm terrified you're going to expose me. And I hate you because you are so frickin' handsome! Why does someone like you have to know someone like me?"

"I hate you". Those were the only words that were constantly ringing in my head as I walked towards the café. My name is Rose and I've always been the pretty girl everyone wanted except this badass of a boy that does annoy me every time. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there, but here I was, standing outside the door. My heart was racing as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

"Then you came back and treated me as if I was just an ordinary person to you. I was so mad. So mad I began to hate you so much more. Do you know how much it hurt me? I hate how you always forget important things. I hate how you easily forgot our first kiss. I hate how you forgot the promise you told me when we were kids. I hate that you're just always following the orders of my dad and not yourself. I hate that you're letting yourself be controlled all the time. I hate... I hate that my father had to force you to marry me and that you agreed to it not because you want it but because it was my dad's order." "I hate you. I hate you for doing gentle things to me and changing my views about you

"I have tried, I’ve had enough patience for your drama, Leah. All you do is sob, curse me, and yell at me. Each time I try to make peace, you cause more havoc. How else do you want me to talk to you?" "I hate you! I hate every word that comes out of your mouth, I hate how you call my name. I hate that you are the father of my kids. I hate that of all places, I had to find work in this awful company. I hate that you breathe the same air as I do. I hate that you took my kids from me. I hate everything about you. I hate you so much!" She staggered a little before collapsing to the floor, just as she finished yelling.