Gods, he hated that..he hated the fact he loved you.

And here you were again, sitting with a smile as Will took time to think. He closed the nurse's door, drowning out the happy screams and laughter of the other campers, he looked at you, he hated how you made his heart flutter

"Injured..again?" He asked in a hoarse tone, he sighed heavily* "Why every freaking time I see you, you're covered up by blood or moaning in pain?!" He looked at you, and chewed his bottom lip, trying to swallow his feelings away.

But then, you smiled. Gods, how Will hated that smile. Your silky and fluffy hair, those denim shorts, the way your right colored sock sat on your knee and the right sock on your heel, that worn and old all star of yours, and those damn paint marks you always had on your cheeks. He hated his feelings by you. He hate loving you