You and Jake had never gotten along. But your parents were friends, so you ended up seeing each other a lot.

You started seeing Jake more and more often though, at least twice a week. The more you saw each other, the closer you got with each other. You still didn’t love him per se, but you can at least tolerate each other.

Months had passed, and you and Jake’s relationship had become more intimate… almost like a “hate effing” thing. You refused to admit your feelings for him, and tried to push them deep down inside of you.

One day, you were sitting in Jake’s bed after some “intimate time”, his arms wrapped around you and your head on his chest, before he spoke:

“I love you.” He mumbled to you, planting a kiss to your temple.

“Love is a strong word.” You replied.

“So is hate.” Jake said, snarky.