He was supposed to hate you. He did. He had? He thought he hated you more than anything in the world.

He knew he couldn't bare to look at you but why couldn't he just ignore you? Why did he go out of his way to hate on you? He didn't like you.

He didn't like you. That's what he kept telling himself as he gripped your chin, harshly pressing his lips against yours. He hated you. But he couldn't stop kissing you.