Thalia and Valentina are sworn enemies, their relationship defined by icy glares and cutting remarks. Everyone knows of their mutual disdain, but beneath the surface lies a tangled mess of near-kisses and stolen glances. When Thalia exposes the trut...
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6th Grade "Ow! Why did you just push me? Are you insane Valentina?!?"
"That's what you get for calling my friend ugly!"
8th grade
"Gosh, I just hope when you go to high school you won't have that stick far up your ass Valentina."
"Shut the fuck up before I knock your teeth out."
10th grade
"Fucking bitch! I hate you!! I hate you! Go off yourself, Robinson!"
"Aww shucks Monroe.. if you keep yelling like that, people may think you like me."
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Hate is the intense feeling or passionate dislike for Thaila Robinson. It's a deep hatred that builds every day when I'm around here. She is the match to my fire and I'm ready for her to get burned. I've always gotten along with people, but for Thaila Robinson, that's one bitch I couldn't stand. She is the bane of my existence.
I groaned as a pillow was thrown at my head. "ugh fuck you." I tell my best friend Na-Yeon Kim. "Whatever. Wake up, we have school." I roll my eyes in annoyance.
Kim and I have been best friends since diapers, our mother and we were best friends in high school and still are to this day, sisters.
I sat up in the bed, running my hands through my hair as I dragged my hands down my face, feeling like a complete zombie right now, as I hate waking up for school or anything.
I got out of bed seeing Kim was already dressed and I smiled, as she was always the more punctual one. "I'm going to go shower," I say as I grab the towel she had laid out for me as I walk into her bathroom.
♡
Me and Kim made our way downstairs now fully dressed for school saying good morning to everyone, I would say I was pretty comfortable because I'd known Kim's family for so long, it was my second home, and as for Kim whenever she was over.
"Yes, yogurt!" I excitedly sat down as I added the toppings. As I dug in, Kim sat down next to me as she had French toast. I had an unhealthy obsession with yogurt. Can you blame me?
Once we finished breakfast, we helped clean up before grabbing our bags and I played rock, paper, and scissors to see who was driving.
I lost.
She laughed in my face and I rolled my eyes as I pushed her to the car. "Shut up, you laugh like a maniac." I say as she rolls her, "You cannot be talking Val; you sound like a dying seagull!"
