Page 13 of Hate Like Ours

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I didn’t get a chance to eat this morning because I was late and rushing. Last night I was so nervous about today that I couldn’t sleep and now I see that I had cause for concern. By the time I did fall asleep, it was into the wee hours of the morning and it’s no wonder I was a bit late.

I can feel this weird energy, like a premonition of some sort. In my mind, I don’t see my time here at this school and in this town going well. I know that is probably weird as hell but like they always say that gut feeling is never wrong.

It might just be the stress of moving and starting a new school that’s fucking with me. At this point, who the hell knows? After the events of this morning with Knox Riverside, clearly, this was the wrong move. Texas doesn’t seem like it’s going to be kind to me.

I walk into math class and sit at the front again since it’s empty. Most of the students who are here already are sitting more toward the back of the class. I’m thankful for the reprieve since no one seems to be paying any attention to me.

I take my phone out of my bag and open my Kindle app. We still have awhile before class begins so I want to get a chapter in before. I keep my head down, eyes on the phone as I devour the words on the screen.

I started this book last night calledThis Love Hurtsby Nikita and holy hell, I think this book is going to break me by the end of it. The main character goes through so much and then the supposed hero puts her through the wringer too. I must have cried like a million times, especially when I got to the part in the book about her past. I’m not even done with it yet and I feel like I already have a book hangover.

I’m deep into my reading when someone takes the seat next to mine. I look up to see a very pretty blonde girl sitting down.

I instantly put my head down again because I don’t know if she’s nice or not. So far, no one has really made an effort to be nice to me and that’s fine. I like being by myself anyway. This girl has other plans it seems.

“Hi!” she says brightly. “My name’s Kinsley and you’re Raine, right?”

I look up at her, taking in her features. Her blond hair is breast length and straight. She has a round face with perfectly shaped thick eyebrows. Her eyes are sky blue and she has pouty pink lips with a straight nose. She looks to be about five foot three or four maybe and she has a slim figure.

“Um, yeah. How did you—”

“Oh we had English together this morning,” she informs me and recognition hits. She was in the back of the class, sitting with the guys who were with Knox.

“Oh, yeah. I think I saw you sitting with that ass—I mean the jock,” I say, changing my words. She’s his friend so I don’t know if I can trust her. I don’t want her telling him what I said and then him finding some way to retaliate.

“I’m so sorry about Knox. He’s usually a good guy. I don’t know what the hell is happening with him today. I think he’s still traumatized by his mom’s—” she starts to say but then cuts herself off, not finishing her sentence. She probably thinks she’s oversharing his business.

“Yeah, I know his mom died. I went to the funeral with my mom because she works for his dad’s company,” I explain to her.

“Oh, that’s good, I guess. Don’t take him too personally. I’m sure he’ll be back to his normal self soon enough.”

“Are you guys an item or something?” I ask curiously. I’m not fishing for information on the guy because he’s a jackass—okay, well, maybe I am. It’s good to know these things, right?

“Oh God, no! We just happen to be friends,” she says.

“Why?” I ask, then realize how that sounds. “Not that I mean you can’t be more with the jock because you’re lesser or something… You know what, I’ll just shut up now.” I groan, closing my mouth before I dig myself further into that hole. She laughs.

“It’s fine. I know what you meant. I’m a scholarship student here so I had a rough start too,” she tells me.

“When did it become bearable for you?”

“Yesterday,” she says with a completely serious face.

“Great. I’ll die before I can even adjust to things here then,” I grumble out and this makes her laugh harder.

“Relax, girl, I’m just kidding. But to answer your question, Knox and I became friends last semester when we had to partner up for labs.” Before I can even reply to her, a deep voice comes from the side of us.

“I thought I made it perfectly clear that you don’t belong here, scholarship girl,” a guy’s voice suddenly says.

I look up to see a guy with black wavy hair, baby blue eyes, pink lips and a straight Roman nose, looking down at us. He also has a square jawline and is tall and muscular. He looks like he’s at least six feet tall. He’s a very attractive guy, and he’s looking at Kinsley like he wants to devour her, but also like he seems to be annoyed with her existence.

“That’s not what you were saying the other night, asshole!” Kinsley spits at him.

His jaw clenches for a second before he responds to her.

“I told you, that was a mistake,” he says through gritted teeth. “And to never mention it again.”

“Yeah, whatever, Asher. Just leave if you’re going to be a dick. I’m busy talking to my friend here. So as you can see, you’re interrupting,” she snaps at who I now know is Asher. I can tell by her voice that she’s hurt by everything he just said.