Why Do You Hate Me Jonaxx Novels & Stories

He was my best friend. Sure I was mad and I feel like I still am. But hate him? I guess not? "Though, I doubt you have the heart to ever hate me even just a percent," He said with a grin. "Well, sorry to burst your thick little bubble but I do hate you a hundred percent sure!" "Why are you letting me hug you right now then?" I rolled my eyes and scooted closer to him. I used my arms as a barrier between our chest. "It's comfortable so shut up!"

he asked "Yes Jonathan, I hate you a lot, and seeing you acting like nothing happened makes me angry, if you want to do me a favor, stop trying to be perfect in my eyes and work on getting back on your feet and getting out of my life for good" I chipped in, slamming the door in his face I stood there panting, why was I so mad, what was even going on with Jonathan, what was it that he did, that was so bad that he had to hide?

"Why Nanny? He knows I can't live a single day without talking to her and now I am not allowed to talk to her for a whole week." "UGH!!! JASON CHASER, I REALLY REALLY REALLY HATE YOU!”

Jenna looks at me, i expect her to cringe and immediately advise her friend not to speak to me ever again, but instead she smiles "hi lexa " Huh? "i thought you hate me? "i ask. She rolls her eyes. "that doesn't mean i can't say hi. We're not enemies " Oh. "by the way, i don't hate you, i never did, i just hated the fact that you always got all the competitions and higher game points that i wanted back in eleventh grade " Oh. "you were jealous? " "i wouldn't say jealous " "but why? You're extremely smart and talented, why would you ever be jealous of me? "i ask.

It didn’t matter that how much consumed I was with hatred, I just couldn’t do it. “Hey,” Jonathan murmured as he tipped my chin up and curled his other arm around my arm. I looked up at him, he said, “Chin up. And be the tigress that I know you are.” My stomach tensed and I circled his wrist with my fingers, wanting to touch him and feel his skin against mine. I said, “I don't want to do this. I hate them, Jonathan. I hate how they are still ruining us.”

“I can’t stand Jaxon. I don’t even know why I pretended to be his friend. He’s only pretty — that’s it. That’s all anyone ever notices about him. Guys fawn over him, people listen to him, everyone praises him like he’s some kind of god… and it makes me sick. Every time I see someone smile at him, laugh at his jokes, or even glance his way, I feel my blood boil. I hate that he doesn’t even notice what he’s doing to me, how easy it is for him to charm everyone without even trying. And me? I’ve been stuck trying to get the same attention, the same recognition, the same admiration he gets effortlessly. “I’ve only been his friend because it gave me access to everything I couldn’t have on my own —

They each went they were told. It was just Jaxson and I and I was so uncomfortable. I still wasn’t sure what to say to him. “Just act like you actually like me and we will get through this easily. You can go back to hating me after.” Jaxson said bluntly. We were walking around the tables, taking a look at the bids. “I don’t hate you, not even a little. I just didn’t want you to mate with me because of pity. I want you to want me.” I whispered. This was not the time and place to have this conversation.

Jonathan asked, looking completely taken aback. I inhaled and sighed. "I don't know Jon. Zayne is being such a pain in the neck. He hates Mason so much and he won't tell me why. I mean, who hates sweet and kind Mason?" I said, throwing my hands in the air. Jonathan didn't respond to what I said and gave me a funny look. "What?" "You're so oblivious, it's painful." Jonathan said, sighing. "What do you mean?" I asked, a frown etched on my face.

Ariel stood frozen, then broke into tears. She could not wrap her head around why he hated her so much. None of it made sense. It was like everyday with Axel came with its own troubles, including the following day.

“Quit exaggerating. First of all, you need to do something about that wild brown hedge that you refuse to trim. Secondly, it is kind of normal for you react to him that way. Maybe you’re attracted to him and that could be one of the reasons why you hate him. You always do that. He did see his wrong and gave you a better job.” “That is not true. There’s nothing wrong with my wild curls. Being his assistant sucks. And I certainly am not attracted to him.” I heard shuffling on her side and a deep voice spoke. “That is certain Raven. You do like this man.” Justin, Ray’s husband said. “You hated most of the boys you liked.” “How do you even know that, Justin? We were in different schools.”