A/N: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW! I'm SO freaking extremely sorry for the fucking wait I made all of you endure! But this is getting hard to write. So this is the last chapter!!! The sequel will be up soon enough, though, and it'll be JUST as great! Maybe even better!

But whatever…I'm tired now…


I ran out of the cafeteria, ignoring DeLuca's shouts from behind me.

I ran through the parking lot, ignoring the other student's stares.

I ran across the street, ignoring the cars that had to stop for me to cross.

I ran through the yards, ignoring the homeowners who were outside cooking their food and whatnot.

You get the picture, though. I ran. Far away.

And to the only place that would ever keep me safe.

Hate Me, You Bastard

By bookface31

Hate Me, You Bastard

Blaring lights…deafening sirens…angry voices…

Smirking faces…rolling eyes…whispering rumors…

These were probably some of THE most random things to think about at a time like this, but as I sat at the water's edge they were what popped into my mind.

Blue eyes…bright blue eyes…brown busy hair--



But he's only trying to--


NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!!!

He's probably reason number…oh, I'd say 23 that I hate my life.

It pretty much sucks that I love him, then, huh?

Stupid love-hate relationship. Why can't our love just be normal like…


The love between peanut butter and jelly?
Hey, cut me some slack. I'm not exposed to many loving things in this world.

So I got good old PB&J and maybe a really good pair of socks from Wal-Mart.

Those are pretty much the best things in my life at the moment.

"Stupid fucking bastard…" I mumbled to myself as I kicked a small rock into the water. Luckily there were no small animals around the general area, or I would've kicked them, too.

I'm a bitch.

He should've been here…

DeLuca should've been here waiting for me. I know that would probably be physically impossible considering I pretty much ran here at the speed of light.

…I guess that's physically impossible, too, though.

But STILL!!!

DeLuca should've at least known better than to try to bring me to his table. Everyone there is a total asshole.

Including DeLuca…for not standing up for me.

Reminds me of the milk incident.

Why does everything bad always happen in cafeterias?

Maybe God's trying to tell me I'm fat and should stay away from them.

Too bad my thoughts were interrupted by some dick walking sneakily behind me.

I turned around, totally ready to use my kung-fu skills on them (I have them…you don't know), but who else was standing there but the bastard himself?

Umm…I could still use my kung-fu skills.

"Bastard!" I shouted, running at him with my fist in the air.

DeLuca only stood there as I ran at him, and I don't even know how this happened, but soon tears were cascading down my face, and I was hitting DeLuca on the chest, pounding my fist over and over.

Run on sentences are awesome.

"You stupid, stupid, jerk! How could you do this to me? How could you just let me live like this?! What did I EVER do to you? I was so freaking young! It's not fair! It's not fair! It's not fair!"

And suddenly, I realized I wasn't talking about DeLuca.

I was talking about my dad.

But DeLuca just stood there…letting me demolish him with my fists as we both kinda slumped to the ground, leaning against a tree.

I began to cry.

I cried for everything.

I cried for everything I had never cried about before.

I cried about my dad…my mom ignoring me…my mom's death…Capelli…school…the kids in school…DeLuca…DeLuca…DeLuca…Mike DeLuca…Mike…

"MIKE!" I cried. "Mike, I'm so sorry!" I cried over and over as he rubbed the top of my head. "I do this to you…and I keep doing this to you…"

"Shh…" Mike said slowly. "It's not your fault. Nothing…none of this is your fault…"

"Why?" I asked.

"Why what?" Mike replied.

When I didn't answer him, I felt DeLuca grab my chin and look into my eyes. I lowered mine to the ground.

"Look at me, Nicole," Mike told me.

I turned to him.

"Why what, Nicole?" he asked. "What's going on? Why are you crying like this? Was it my friends? I know they can be fucking--"

"No, no, no…" I interrupted him. "They…" I stopped.


"…They change you," I whispered so inaudibly, I don't even think I heard it.

"…" Mike didn't say a thing. He just let go of my face and furrowed his brows together, staring off at the pond.

"…Mike?" I asked, minutes after the awkward silence.

"…You remember the first time we met?" he asked me.

I laughed. "How could I forget?" I replied. "The sandwich…"

"My favorite kind since that day…it's like a fate sandwich. It brought us together," Mike said slowly. He smiled softly, still looking off at the water.

Wait…fate sandwich?

I didn't have time to continue before Mike went on.

"I never forgot the day you stopped talking to me," he said.

I glared. "Neither have I."

He turned to me. "Why did you stop? I mean…I know I was nasty to you in the hall one day…but--"

"Are you kidding me?" I asked.

"What?" DeLuca responded.

I shook my head. "The MILK???" I yelled.

I didn't really expect him to have any idea what the hell that meant, because it would be weird if that made any sense to anyone--

"No!" he shouted.

Um…so I guess he understood what I meant. Unless the word milk causes him to shout no in extreme pain.

"What?" I asked.

"That wasn't me! Nicole, I remember that day. That was the day you stopped talking to me…I should have…" He paused in thought. "I should have seen it earlier! That's why you hated me for so long. Capelli must have told you it was me!"

"Capelli?" I asked.

"He was the one who did it," Mike replied calmly. "Capelli's been trying to get me away from you for I don't know how long…"

I don't know why…but that sent me over the edge.

"So you don't hate me??" I practically yelled. "I've just been fighting with you all these years for no reason??"

Mike glared. "That doesn't make you happy? It was for no reason, Nicole--"
"Don't call me Nicole!" I shouted, turning around and looking at the water.

Yeah, I must seem like a psychopath right now…but I have my reasons.

I turned back to him. "All these years you treated me like shit…and I loved you…I loved you…Mike…you…you fucking bastard!" I grabbed a rock and threw it in his general direction, but intentionally missing him. "And I'm okay with everyone hating me…I was okay with you treating me like shit when I thought you hated me…but you never did…? So you did it to keep up appearances with friends, huh?"

"NO! No, Nicole--"
"Stop CALLING me that!!!"

Man, was this fight escalating…

"I won't stop calling you that until you--"
"Why can't you just hate me like everyone else??? It would make EVERYTHING SO MUCH EASIER!!!" I shouted, not crying this time, but basically on the verge of tears. "Why can't you just hate me, you bastard!?!?!"


I ran away from Mike that afternoon. I ran away…leaving him standing there and watching my back as I ran to my house, packed my things, grabbed my dad's car keys and drove out of the driveway.

So…here's where our story began. My brick wall came crashing down. The one I had been building up since I was seven years old. I could only sit and stare as I watched the dust gather around the area that used to be my safe haven. My pond. My friend. My love…

That was all gone.

Everything was all gone.

And as I neared the fork in the road…I weighted my options.

"I can go right…and that will take me to the pond…my so called safe haven…my brick wall…" I whispered to myself as I stopped the car at the fork in the rode. I looked to the left. "I got left…and I can get outta this town…I can start my life over…I can go to New York…"

I smiled as I took one last look in the rearview mirror…and turned left.

So what's that whole joke that Ben Stiller has in Zoolander? Ambiturner?

Yeah…insert that joke here….


Well painted passion

You rightly suspect


The dumbing down of love

Jaded in anger

Love under whelms you

No box of chocolates

Whichever way you fall

And if I tell you

Lover alone without love

What will happen

Lover alone without love

Will you listen

Lover alone without love

No, no I'll get this

I want to treat you

You're still not famous and you haven't struck it rich


Cos no-one's receiving

This tunnel vision

Is turning out all wrong

And if I tell you

Lover alone without love

What will happen

Lover alone without love

Will you miss him?

Lover alone without love

Music is worthless unless it can make a

Complete stranger break down and cry

And if I tell you

Lover alone without love

What will happen

Lover alone without love

Will you miss him?

Love alone without love

Without love

Without love

Without love…

(The Dumbing Down of Love--Frou Frou)