CHAPTER ONE OF HATING YOU!

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it was a cold night when i met you.

actually, we met at some random bar that my friend recommended it to me so it wasn't really cold in there.

but that's not the point.

the point is: you were so incredibly beautiful and i couldn't stop looking at you. i still remember what you were wearing that night.

black jeans, a white t-shirt and black combat boots.

i also remember when you looked at me and smiled. oh, your smile. i never saw a smile like that.

you know that person's smile that makes you feel trapped forever? well, you have that smile.

and i still don't know if that's a good thing or not.

you approached me after our staring and sat beside me. you offered me a drink and i accepted it.

"hey, you from around here?"

you asked. such a great voice you had - good looking, good clothes, a beautiful smile and now an amazing voice.

every girl's dream boy, almost fell in love with you.

"yeah, and you?"

i also noticed your british accent but i decided to ignore it to make more conversation with you.

"no, just passing by. i'm from england."

you smiled. i smiled. we smiled.

"that's cool, i went to england once."

after that, we talked, talked, talked for hours. we didn't know what time it was, we just enjoyed each other company i think.

today i think how stupid of me i was to even talking to you. your good lookings couldn't hide your shitty personality.
maybe i am exaggerating for you, but it's the truth.
now,

i hate the way you talk to me