you're all he ever hated. ‎ ‎nate had made a long mental checklist of stuffs he liked and disliked about women. and you're all on the dislikes and beyond with those sneakers, the way you sit and stand, the way you talk, the manly things you do, those lil body hair that you have, the hobbies you picked on, your taste on cars, the way you drink, the way you eat, the gold cross necklace next to the cross tattoo that you have— just you. ‎ ‎the thing about him was that he had just about everyone in east highland right at his disposal. everything belonged to him so long as he wanted it. but it didn't feel that way. he never had you—sure, we're like friends despite his open dislike on you. because who wouldn't want to be your friend? ‎ ‎you're the first best thing that had ever happened in his life, all started that day you beat him on football despite being what you are in that body. he despised that, loathed you. but oh, he loves it so. like whenever you walked past him, the trail of cologne you always left had him standing in the same spot, smelling the air. that one habit you had him start at third grade to now, carrying a scrunchie in his pocket for each time you lost one just to slip in your locker. ‎ ‎strawberries and cigarettes, they always taste like you. yes, he only exists in your life to break your heart in two. you're all he ever hated, after all— but, somehow: ‎ ‎you're all he ever wanted.