7. Y*u aren't worth my hate

Playlist for this chapter;

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift feat Kendrick Lamar,

Fire Meet Gasoline - Sia.

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When you meet people who're out to destroy you, to challenge you and set you on fire, don't run, fight the hell back.

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I PLACE THE ICEPACK back on my torn swollen lip, head banging from the massive headache, fighting the urge not to throw the icepack at the Barbarian infront of me.

He hit me!

He fucking connected his fist to my face.

My beautiful spotless face.

I knew he was abnormal, but not to the extent of hitting females.

I had cried after I regained consciouness at the infirmary. I was left with Mrs Waltson, the infirmary nurse.

"Poor thing." She'd cooed seeing my condition, and because I was in utter shock and rendered weak and speechless since I still couldn't comprehend what just happened at the Cafeteria, I couldn't snap at her to mind her business and keep her big fat mouth shut.

Inside the female restroom, I splashed water against my face, made sure my make up was in check, and ran a hand through my hair to untangle the it. And reapplied my red lipgloss, but it still didn't help subside the excruciating pain on my torn lip. Even my teeth hurted a great deal.

After that, I had gone to our Principal, Mr Amber's office, where Ver and Max were awaiting me.

Ver had gone to report to Mr Ambers what Max did to me.

Mr Ambers, the short, stuck out bellied, bald, smelly principal whose office had this awful smell like the sewer was furious when I made my way into his shit of a office which students dreaded to enter.

On hearing every detail from other eye witnesses, he gave both I and Max detention today from two to six pm.

We're to clean up the whole school cafeteria after school hours for three days, starting from tomorrow.

And anyone who would fail to serve his assigned punishment would be on two weeks suspension.

Which currently throws me in the position of being in an empty classroom with the beast, Maxwell Mackenzie.

"You know, the bruised lip suits your face better." He has a smug look on his face as he watches me press the ice pack to my face.

"You know, I thought your siblings are abnormal, but you're worst. You even hit females, you jerk. You're a sick pyschophatic bastard." I ground out boiling with fury as I fight the urge not to throw my ice pack at his face. But I can't.

1. I need the ice pack to help subside the pains on my bruised lip.

2. Mrs Olsen, Elective teacher was asked to watch over us. So we wouldn't get into any more fights.

3. If I tried anything stupid, there'd be more additions to my punishment. I might get suspended right away. And I couldn't miss school. There'd be a whole damn catching up to do.

I ball my free hand into fist under the desk.

Max narrows his eyes at me in irritation.

"Who even said you look like a female?

You look like a man in feminine clothes.

You're so ugly and disgusting. All skin and bones with no curves, just fake boobs that are larger than your tiny masculine body." His comebacks are always harsh with acrimony dripping from his tone. "Deranged bitch." He hisses, green eyes icy with contempt.

This is more painful than the blow he gave to me.

Tears spring to my eyes because he's damn right. I did boob surgery last year.

My boobs where too tiny and I hated them that way.

His harsh words slice through me that I have this sudden urge to cry and cry.

It hurt so fucking much. I've never been insulted like this on my sixteen years on earth.

Furious, I rise to my feet and slam the ice pack on the desk "I hate you." I growl through gritted teeth as a tear drip down my cheek.

He smirks at me and takes the toothpick off his mouth. "You aren't worth my hate." His face displays nothing but rigid coldness as he says this.

"Sit down, Miss Jones. And enough with the insults, or I'm reporting you two to Mr Ambers."

It's Mrs Olsen.

"Can I use the restroom?" I ask sniffing, my heart heavy with an indescribable pain.

She stares cautiously at me for sometime before she says "Five minutes."

Another tear slips down cheek and I brush it away with my index finger as I throw another look at Max.

He's worst than I ever thought.

The worst person I've ever met.

The one person who brings out the worst in me.

I even hate him more than Ivy.

He's inhuman and sick.

I'm the fire, while he's the gasoline because whenever we meet, there is explosion of hate.

I ponder how someone so beautiful on the outside could be so ugly and despicable on the inside.

Something like pity flashes through his eyes as he studies my expression, before it disappears as fast as had arrived.

I try to choke back a sob, but tears just falls out.

I won't cry in front of him, no.

He'd think I'm a weakling and it'd fuel him to bully me more.

Fuck! Today is such an awful day.

Certainly not how I pictured my first day of school to turn out.

I make my way out of the classroom and head straight for the restroom since my bladder is full.

All the halls are empty. It's past five and all the students had head to their respective homes, except kids who stayed back for football practice and are currently on the field.

You aren't worth my hate.

You aren't worth my hate.

You aren't worth my hate.

Those awful piercing words keeps ringing in my ears as I use the restroom and wash my hands.

For the first time in my life, I'm feelinhlg really small, inferior and ugly.

I stare at the mirror. I look sick with ruined make up. I wipe it off with a tissue and splash water on my face.

You look like a man in feminine clothes.

I let out a loud shriek attempting to pull my hair out of my head. Wanting the walls to split open and consume me.

I lean against the restroom wall, let out choking breaths, as my legs gives out and I sit on the floor with my knees up as I weep bitterly.

I feel like the biggest mistake in excuse of a person here on planet Earth.

I've never been hated like that.

Alot of people hate me, but his is different. Like if we're both left alone, he'd kill me, chop me into pieces and have my body parts selling around Black Market.

I stand up and wipe the tears away and take a deep breath, hold it for some seconds and release a nerve calming exhale.

"Fight back, don't let his words get through you. You're Katherine Amelia Jones for fucks sake. You're strong, you're prudential and you're beautiful."

I yell at my reflection on the mirror.

"Don't let a bad day make you feel like you have a bad life, Kate. Don't let one idiot from no where make you feel like you aren't good enough for yourself. Fight the hell back!"

A sudden confidence overwhelms me from nowhere and my usual smirk returns itself back to my face.

He will pay, he will pay for the punch, the insults. He will pay for every damn thing he did to me.

"Wars about getting started, biggie Maxie."

I taunt my reflection in the mirror, wishing it's the shithead's face.