I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone - Sex Stories

I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone

... joy leave his body.

"Besides my father, you're the only person ever to give me a Valentine's Day card," I said, laughing. "Why?"

"Why?"

"Yeah, why would you do that?" The answer was obvious, but I never actually got a confirmation of his feelings towards me. I mean maybe if I read that letter.

"Because I love..like you, you're amazing, beautiful, your.."

"Oh, shut up, I'm none of those things, God, Craig. When will you grow up and get over this stupid crush?"

"I'm freaking twenty, and you're like what 16? Get a hint already. Date girls your age." I couldn't even look at him while saying these things. Knowing someone out there who found me attractive enough to fawn over me gave me power; it lifted me.

"I..Look, I know you are out of my league, and honestly, I have no chance. I don't know why I have a crush on you, and it's not like I haven't tried dating a girl at my school. They just, and I'm not good at anything; you remember when I tried out for basketball. Jesus, my dad cried. But I get it. I'm fat, ugly, and I." He started to laugh as he talked down about himself.

"But I do worry about you; I know you can't play basketball anymore, and I worry about what you will do now. And I want you to know I'm here for you for whatever happens and..."

Hearing Craig say those words made something snap in me. It felt like he was giving up on me, writing me off, pitying me.

"I'm not fucking done, you think I can't do this, get better?!"

"No, I know you ...

... can do anything; you're amazing. You will conquer every challenge in front of you. But what if you can't heal and..."

"God, your so fucking pessimistic, and fuck you, dude. You don't believe in me; if I don't get better, my life is over, right? I have fucking nothing besides basketball in my life. I mind well just fucking end it, I'm fighting for my life, and now you, of all people, are writing me off."

"That's not true, and you got me and."

"Oh god, yes, I have fucking Craig. Wooo, I guess I don't have anything else in fucking my life now. I don't even want you here, dude. The only reason you're in my presence right now is because of Keisha, who is my best friend. I don't need you or your fucking candy. I threw the candy box at him, which exploded on the floor. He looked down at it, and he balled his fist up. I had never seen him do that despite everything.

"Damn..." He says, then turns around to face the door. "Alright." He laughs. "I can take a hint, and it was a big fucking hint. Look, you're right; I won't fuck with you anymore. Have a nice fucking life, Megan." He says as he walks out the door. I slump down to the floor and burst into tears, slamming my hands into my injured leg, feeling the pain ring me through my body.

"That was a bad time for you in your life. Did you ever apologize to him for that moment?"

"I didn't get a chance to in the following year. He was rarely around from then on; my injury healed but not how I wanted it to. My playing career ...