Page 18 of Hate Like Ours


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My mind somehow goes to her instead of thinking about something else. Her red hair is long and straight down to her waist. Her eyes are blue like the ocean. She has a cute button nose and plump kissable lips if I was into her like that. She also has some freckles covering her face and thin eyebrows. She looks like she’s about five foot six inches and she’s curvy.

I pull myself out of my thoughts when Ash snaps his fingers in front of my face. Yesterday when she bumped into me, I got a good look at her features. I’d definitely fuck the shit out of her if I didn’t hate her. Well, maybe I could do with some good old hate sex.

We’re heading to class again and we’re just about to pass through the door when she bumps into me for the second day in a row from behind.

“I thought I told you to watch where the fuck you were going yesterday, fat ass!” I snap loud enough for everyone to hear. The class is already full and everyone starts to snicker at her expense. There’s a flash of what looks like hurt in her eyes but I don’t care. Right now, all I care about is hurting her.

“So–sorry,” she mumbles before trying to walk away, but I grab her by the arm before she can go anywhere.

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you. When you’re apologizing to me, say it properly,” I snap at her in a cold tone that causes her to flinch.

“I said I’m sorry for bumping into you,” she says through clenched teeth.

“Good. See that it doesn’t happen again, cow!” I say, before walking to the back of the class and taking my seat. I wait for the guys to start their shit and they don’t even make it a second before it starts.

“Whoa, what the hell did the newbie do to you?” Ash asks.

“I don’t know if that was some sort of weird foreplay or not,” Ax says next.

“Yeah, I could feel the sexual tension from all the way over here,” Ez says, giving his two cents.

“We’re not talking about it. Just remember, she’s fucking off-limits,” I snap at them quietly. They all start laughing like I said something funny. Great, now I’m a fucking comedian too.

I have five classes with her this semester and every class I enter that she’s in for the rest of the day, I can see how the look of despair crosses her features and how she tries to avoid me at all costs.

But too bad for her because this predator has already set his sights on her and there’s no way she’s getting away from me unscathed.

After our last class ends for the day, I head to the locker room to meet with the guys before we head onto the field for practice.

As soon as I walk in, I see the guys are already in here changing into their football uniforms and I follow suit.

“So don’t keep us in suspense, bro,” Asher says right after I pull my shirt over my head and let out a groan.

“I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about, asshole,” I respond, acting like I’m clueless.

“Well how was your day, sunshine?” Ax questions jokingly.

“It must have gone well because the fucker definitely has a hard-on for the newbie,” Ez says, smirking at me.

“Why are you pussies so interested in my life?” I groan again. These guys are fucking incorrigible when they want to get to the bottom of something and usually that doesn’t take very long because we rule this place.

“How about we talk about the fact that you and you,” I say, pointing to Axel and Ezra, “are acting weird, scowling at each other half the time and were about ten feet away from each other at all times today. Plus, you assholes came in separate cars.”

The two of them scowl without saying a word and I let out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

They grumble something too low for me to hear and then we’re all making our way onto the field. As soon as we’re on, we begin practicing and I get into the zone. This is what I love to do. It’s the only thing that has been keeping my mind occupied from constantly thinking about my mom.

Sometimes I feel guilty that I wasn’t there for her enough, but then I remember she was the one who was always pushing me away and telling me to go live the high school jock life. She didn’t want me to worry about her trying to fight away her demons, though I didn’t even know she had demons in the first place.

The only reason I’m even still playing is because I know she wouldn’t want me to stop chasing my dreams just because she’s gone now. It still hurts like fuck to think about her. Sometimes, it’s like I can’t breathe through the grief that is choking me and that’s when I spiral.

I’m glad I have something new to distract me from the pain and that is fucking with the cow and making her see that she doesn’t have a place here.

We’re still playing when Coach blows his whistle for us to stop again. This is probably the fifth time he’s done it today since we started practice.

“Am I training fucking preschoolers here today?” Coach yells from the sidelines. “Well, answer me!”

“No, Coach!” we all yell at the same time.

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