MONDAY. 7:31 AM
Growing up, I was taught not to hate. Hate brought destruction, war, jealousy and sadness into the world. So I tried my best to not hate anyone by staying away from annoying people but when that person keeps coming towards you...
"What the hell are you doing?"
I stop trying to move my hair out of my face, realizing how familiar the voice is. It's almost like the voice follows me everywhere I go. Sadly, I have grown too familiar to that thick and calm voice filled with emotions.
I sigh then slowly lift my head up and there indeed is Jake standing in front of me, staring straight into my eyes with a pissed off look. Then I finally realize something else.
"Now that I think about it, you start every conversation with 'what the hell are you doing?' Why is that?" I tease him.
He looks unbothered by my observation and continues to glare at me. "Why are you here?" He asks. "Shouldn't you not be here?"
