Oneshot

I love you. Please don't kill me?

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I hate fairytales.

They simply irk and disgust me. I mean, what's up with the girl always being the one who requires help and a guy who always offers it?

Where does this guy even come from anyway? It's like, he suddenly appears out of nowhere and it just happens to be at the perfect time.

Why is it that the girl is always the one who needs help anyway? Why must it be a damsel in distress? Why can't it be a knight in distress instead? Guys need help too, okay.

And the girl is always portrayed as someone who apparently can't stand up for herself and is always ridiculously naïve.

I was against sexism. I hate the way some people believe that girls can't do some things just because… well, we're girls.

I believed in being yourself despite what others might think about you. All that matters is what you think of yourself, right? And if you try to be someone that you're not just to please everyone else, who would you really be at the end of the day?

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I'd admit that I was tough as a girl.

I think that you'd have to defend yourself. The world is a big place and standing up for yourself is something that is really important in such a huge place, you know?

It's vital to be independent and fight for whatever you want.

There wouldn't be a certain guy with amazing black hair that you couldn't help but want to run your fingers through them, green eyes that were so captivating that you could stare at it for what seems like forever if you could, such a strong build that it seemed almost graceful…

… Oh, fuck. Not again.

Stupid Jaden. Stupid idiotic Jaden.

Jaden is the captain of the football team and he's probably one of the strongest guys in school. He was known for being able to break a couple of bones in a poor sucker's nose with just one blow.

He is also a friend of mine. Well, sort of. We had this on-off friendship.

We hanged out a lot together after school. Since our parents were friends, it wasn't unusual for us to be at each other's house a lot. After a while, it was inevitable that we became friends. He wasn't such a bad guy.

However, in school, he wouldn't even glance at me. He couldn't, more of. You see, his friends didn't really like me because I was different. And if he were to hang out with me, they would probably shun him off. I didn't want him to lose his friends because of me so I was pretty okay with that.

But just for the record, I couldn't give damn about what his friends thought about me. They were no more than human beings who believed that they had some sort of rights over people. I will be whoever I want to be, with or without their approval.

I do not like Jaden.

I swear to god that I don't. It's him. The thought of him just invades me at random moments and I can't stop it until it's too late. Blame him, not me.

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"Evelyn, we need to talk," he told me the moment he walked into the living room.

He walked past me and grabbed the remote off the table. He switched the television off, placed the remote back on the table before sitting down next to me. He dropped his bag by his legs and turned to face me.

I turned to him slowly, crossing my arms across my chest as I narrowed my eyes at him.

He blinked confusedly before he averted his eyes to the television and then back to me, "Fuck, that was your show, wasn't it?"

He knew me well enough to know that nobody should ever turn off my show while I'm watching it. I hate it when someone does that. The last time a friend of mine did that, I pounced on her and it took both my dad and Jaden to get me off of her.

I nodded slowly and raised an eyebrow at him. He knew better.

"Well, whatever," he shrugged and I stared at him for a moment in shock, "I need to talk to you. It's important."

I wanted to kill him, but I didn't say anything to stop him.

He cleared his throat and continued on, "You do know that my championship match was today, right?"

I nodded. What's so important about that?

"Well," he pressed, "You do know that it was the last one? The one that will determine whether we get first or second in the tournament?"

I nodded again, narrowing my eyes even further.

"Why didn't you go?" he asked. I was surprised at the undertone of frustration in his voice.

"Why should I?"

"To support me?" he snapped.

"You have all of your other friends," I pointed out.

He sighed agitatedly, "But I want you to be there! We won!"

"Oh," I murmured, still not getting the point of how all of this is even marginally important, "Congratulations," I wished him dryly.

He nodded distractedly, "Why didn't you come?"

"Because I wanted you to be there! You know how much it meant to me!"

I shrugged and started to reach for the remote but he snatched it away before I could.

"Hey!" I snapped.

"This is important. Listen to me," he snapped right back.

I narrowed my eyes at him and he flinched.

"I can't take it anymore, geez," he groaned, "I fell in love with you. I don't know when or how."

He sneaked a peek at me and then squeaked out, "Don't kill me?"

I took in a deep breath.

Okay, maybe I had been lying when I said I didn't like him all this time. I know that I did. But I didn't need a guy! I was an independent girl.

I reached for the pillow beside me and aimed it at him.

"Why," I smacked him, "Didn't," again, "You," and again, "Tell me," and once more, "Earlier," and another, "You," I hit him harder, "Moron," I kept hitting him over and over again.

He fumbled for a bit before he managed to grab the pillow away from me. I expected him to call me insane or to shoot me a dirty look but instead I found his arms around me and his lips on mine.

It took me a moment to register what was going on before I shoved him away.

"OW! What?"

"What gives you the rights to do that?"

He shrugged, "Don't you want me to?"

I narrowed my eyes, "What about all your friends?"

"Screw them. Who cares what they think? They need me anyway," he grinned.

I blinked at him confusedly as he slid closer to me, "Don't kill me."

"Wait," I yelled, shoving him off again. I ignored him as he winced, "No. it's not fair how the guy always has the upper hand on the relationship. Why do you always make the first move? Why can't I?"

He blinked, "Well, do you want to kiss me first?"

"I-Wait. What? I-I don't know… No?"

He grinned and kissed me again.

Just before I was about to pull back, my mother's voice pierced through, "Evelyn? Jaden?"

He pulled away from me and cleared his throat awkwardly.

"What's going on?"

"I guess I don't have to always be independent," I whispered to him.

"What do you mean by that?" he hissed back.

I stood up from the couch and walk past my mother, "Ask him. He'll tell you everything."

Author's Note :

This goes out to AWalkOfShame and 11cina24 aka cassbeastbomb. Thank you for giving me the inspiration. The two of you are awesome :D

And this goes out to all of y'all, whoever you are. You know I love you just for clicking the button! (:

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