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"OI! WAIT ME! ARGGHHH!!" Grrrrrrr!! I SWEAR, I HATE THE HAPPY THREE FRIENDS

I even started to believe I was some type of mini-celebrity cause those comments were way too hateful to be directed at just a regular person. To be very honest, I had no idea I had so many haters. Yes, I knew a lot of people in this school didn't like me very much but the hate comments just proved to me that I was most probably the most hated person in Clinton high. I saw so many comments, with a lot of girls calling me a bitch, loser, whore and so on. Some even had the guts to compare me to Alyson Grande, my arch-nemesis.

And he was right, the haters came out in full force, and I didn't know what to do. First ist was a group of girls. This annoying geek group that started calling me 'fake.' One of them, Susie, she was kind of like their leader. She was the typical geek, thick -rimmed glasses, long straight hair. She would give me that look;, you know that look, that frown of disapproval. Well, at first I just ignored it and shrugged it off but it got so intense later I couldn't barear it. She told me, 'Can you stop trying to be a Gangsta it is pathetic.'

He said in the defensive. "You stupid asshole. I hate lies-" Even when I'm the one who's always telling lies. I'm such a hypocrite. "You hate almost everything, be honest." Now he's right. "I don't!" I said on the defensive. More and more lies. "Oh, so am I wrong?" What a bastard- "I love stew of snakes." He laughed. The bastard LAUGHED at my face. "I want to go back." "For the gods' sake, are you serious?"

He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal. "Yeah, for a maniac guy who only knows to look at women's big bust and buttocks, I think it's pretty cool on your authentic old ass." He snicked and wear his shirt on. "Thanks a lot for your wonderful comment, I feel so blessed. I'll that as a compliment though." Stamp sarcastically muttered. "Everything nice?" Asked by Tool, their coolest friend, a tattoo artist with a hair of an addict and full of tattoo on his skin. "Yeah, love it." He answered to him and taps his chest.

“Aren’t you arrogant? Me fancying you? Look at you! I bet even in the dark, you’re still hideous.” “Aren’t you fucking rude?” “No, I’m just plain stupid. I should be walking away now, but for some reason, I keep answering your questions.” “Do you know why?” He asked and the arrogant smirk was back on his face. “I don’t know, and I don’t care.” “Do witches have mates?” “Like werewolves?” I chuckled sarcastically. “No, thanks spirits!” “What’s with the sarcasm?”

They started hurling all kinds of nasty comments his way. "Oh, so this is your ex?" "Ex? Please. You gotta be worth showing off to be called an ex. Look at him hiding under that hat. He can't even show his face." "Ha ha! That's hilarious. You should thank your lucky stars for dodging that bullet. At least you can find someone who isn't afraid to look people in the eye next time." "Come on! Don't be like that. Maybe he's just being low-key? Why don't we take off that hat and see what we're dealing with?"

he went to argue again. “Forget about it, just go get your drink” I said sarcastically while doing air quotes with the word drink. I wasn’t in the mood to pretend that I'm not pissed. Tobias sighed and rubbed his hand down his face. I watched, steaming mad, as he looked up at Smith. If it was at all possible under his dark skin, he looked pale. As mad as I am, I wasn’t blind to the concern I felt circling around my stomach.

“I. Hate. You. I fu.cking hate you. I hate every little thing about you. I hate your smile, I hate your face, I hate your look, I hate your personality. I hate your fu.cking existence. I want you dead.” “Y-you’re joking… right?” A dry, forced chuckle left my lips and my eyes stung at the tears making their way there. “This… This is just… a cruel joke. You don’t really mean… that? I could bear it if you said you betrayed me for money, not because you… you ha…”

“Indeed. You’re the most talented rock skipper here.” He chuckles and nudges me. “You know, sarcasm is considered the lowest form of wit.” “Point out someone who believes that, and I’ll show you someone who proves that common sense isn’t as common as they think. Anyone who says that phrase is someone it takes minutes or even days to realize they have been insulted through what they consider wit that’s beneath them. They are the true geniuses among us.” “Hmm…you may have a point,” he says. After a few minutes, he glares at me. “Rude.”