Hatred

She hates him with all her being....or does she?

 

Staring across the hall

Through the window of the classroom door

And what was there, what I saw

Was nothing more than an eye sore

 

Sixteen, pale, and strong

With eyes crystal blue

Hair jet black and long

Tall and thin too

 

I didn’t care what his name was

I didn’t really know

I would never ask cause

Hatred was all I could show

 

I hated the way he walked

And the way he acted towards me

I hated the way he talked

And the things he couldn’t see

 

What reason was there for my hate?

Because of my best friend

He asked her on a date

And stood her up in the end

 

The next day in the stairs

While he was hitting on another girl

I made a way through the stares

And gave him a slap that made his head whirl

 

He asked why I had done that

Shouting way too loud

And we started a ‘friendly chat’

In front of that little crowd

 

It’s been 3 months since that day

And we’re both still aggressive

I suppose that, in a way,

It means we’re both obsessive

Author's Note

Personal experience is a great inspiration

Reviews

[Lee*]

Sounds like a good friend to have! I guess I was wondering from your caption if there was a deeper feeling there then. Perhaps some attraction herself? Interesting idea.