My enemy. The one I cannot stand. I hated him since we were in pre-k when he pulled my pigtails, pushed me down, and stole my favorite stuffed animal for his dog to chew on.

Not only did I hate him, he hated me. Like you didn't already know. It was always this way. And the worst part—everyone, except me, thought he was a perfect angel! My mom, the teachers, even my best friend!

Another thing I hate him for are his extreme good looks. I know, I said it, he's hot. But I still hate him with the fiery passion of a million white-hot suns. If I wouldn't get arrested, he would be dead before he knew I ran him over with a steam-roller. Ha, I want to laugh in his coffin when he dies.

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The Start of It All (Monday)
High school. The dreaded place for all. Not only a prison, a prison of torture. Bullies, popular people, peer pressure...homework. And for me, Jack.

I had 6 out of 7 classes with him, and he purposely sat behind me. In every. Single. Class.

The teachers did not believe me when I told them he poked me, pulled my hair, flicked me, pinched me. They wouldn't let me move, either. I had tried to change me schedule multiple times, but seeing as Jack was my only reason, I was denied.

And then it happened. One day, I was walking home from school, when I heard him. I whirled around and Jack was not 4 feet from me. He smirked.

I groaned and started to walk away, but he followed.

"What do you want?!" I yelled at him, as I spun around. He was closer, maybe 2 and a half feet.

He just smirked again, and stepped closer. He knew he was annoying me. I turned back around and tried to ignore him. He moved up next to me and I sped up my walking, only to have him do the same.

He grabbed my long ponytail and yanked it, causing my head to jerk back.

"Fucking stop it!" I yelled, turning to face him. "Why do you have to be like this? Why do you torture me every day? Why do you hate me? What did I do to you, huh? Tell me!" My eyes were starting to fill with tears. I had had enough. He just smiled.

"What is your problem? Why don't you fucking leave me alone?" I started at a yell, but quieted to a whisper. He took another step closer to me, his chest almost touching mine. I looked up, as he was almost 7 inches taller than me. His head leaned down and...

He kissed me.

I couldn't believe it. I jerked back. I knew he was messing with me. I slapped him and took off for my house, leaving him standing there, alone.

Jack's Point of Veiw

I didn't get it. Did I really make her that mad?

"What is your problem? Why don't you fucking leave me alone?" She yelled. She stopped. I took a step closer and she looked up at me. I leaned down, knowing she would hate me even more later, but I had to. I knew I liked her, and I always had. I kissed her, but she pulled away.

She slapped me. I didn't know what happened until I noticed her hand and the loud noise it had made. She ran off and I began to feel the sting. Perfect timing.

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A/N: Alright, this is a new story, but read it. I had this on Quizilla, and it was pretty good, I guess (rating of 5 on every chapter - yes, 5 is the best, for those unfamiliar with Quizilla) so I decided, "Hey, why not?" Yes, the chapters are probably short and they probably suck, but I loved this. It made a friend of mine cry. And me...And yes, there are only 8 chapters.