New Story: What's the Difference?

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"I hate you."
"Your point?"
"No point. I just felt like saying it as a reminder."

I sighed, and rolled my eyes. "I get it, you douchebag. You hate me." he stared at me for a few moments longer, and opened his mouth about to speak. I shut it. " 'I still hate you.' Is what you were going to say, right?" he nodded slowly. Right then, at that moment. This annoyingly handsome guy, Sage Lyle, had made a death sentence. And I was the executioner.

I stared at him, then jumped him, grabbing his throat. "DON'T YOU EVER JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP? MY GOD, YOU ARE LIKE A BROKEN RECORD I WANT TO STRANGLE YOU! THIS IS LIKE A BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO ME. GUESS WHAT? I HATE YOU, TOO!" I screamed banging his head on the tiled floor. His eyes rolled back in his head slightly, and I stopped, panting. What. What did I just do...? I thought, dazed by anger and humiliation. Everyone in the classroom stared at me in horror. Then he got up, blood dripping from his hair.

He laughed, "Finally. You exploded." I stared again, incredulous. Then slowly, started banging his head on the tiles again, my face a cool mask, and unaffected by the energy being taken to bang his head on the ground. I was enjoying myself. Why feel tired?

After I was done, he coughed up a little blood then groaned. "My head hurts..." he murmured, thoughfully as if noticing for the first time. "No shit, sherlock." I snapped. He grinned. "Do you want an early funeral?" I asked. Instead he gently placed me aside from where I was sitting on top of him, and dragged me to the hallway. I was silent the whole time. I was exhausted and tired, for whatever reason. What? It's not that much work to-nevermind...
In the hallway, he stared at me. Me sitting atop the small window sill and him right beside me hands outstretched behind him. He's so carefree... And I only just strangled him.... I sat there, hands arrogantly placed in my pockets, staring straight ahead, burning a hole in the wall. "Hey." I kept staring at the wall. "What?" I could feel his eyes burning into me. "I love you. You know that right?" I shrugged, then started choking. "What." He was looking straight at me. "I love you." I felt my cheeks heat up and jerked my head away. "No. You hate me." I stated, stupidly, avoiding eye contact. "No. I love you."  He stated.

Oh, wow... I thought miserably. His clear sea-blue eyes were completely serious, as he looked at me. That look... Just wow. He stared. Truly stared, as if he was so sure of himself, so unbelievably honest and serious that no one on this Earth could doubt him. In all the time we were kids, he hadn't looked like that. I choked, slightly, then recovered quickly, giving the same look. Though, with myself, it was less likely to be taken seriously.

"Your point?" At that point, he choked. It was sad to see. I didn't hate him. In fact, I loved him, too. But whether I loved him as more than a friend was a different story. And a false story at that, so there was no point debating it. I tilted my head to the side, and gave a small smile. In any other situation, it may have been considered 'gentle'. In this one, it was not quite up to par with the word: gentle. His jaw tightened, and I began to see the tendons in his neck pull significantly. In a moment he was in front of me, pinning my forearms to the glass.

He narrowed his eyes at me once, and gave me the coldest glare possible. The look itself was mixed with hatred and a delicate sense of hurt. It made my eyes widen. And then he kissed me.