Loving the Enemy

10-Olivia

Dear someone,
I hate him to, so I guess that make us even

HE MAKES IT SO easy to hate him. Though over the years I've tried not to scoop down to Kyle's unbelievably low level, lately I've been  feeling my self control slipping and I don't even feel bad about it anymore.

It's officially pitch black outside, I can only assume as I tick by the living minutes in my head.

Neither of us have spoken a word to each other since we've gotten the last phone call, which had to be about two hours ago. My mind is racing for a possible solution to the predicament I've somehow gotten myself into. I remember Madeline walking up to me after my last period class and mentioning something about the acceptance forms for SCl, she told me I should hurry and see if I got accepted because the principal left early and she stole his key, in which I have in my pocket that is now of no use since that idiot jammed the door shut in. How? I have no idea, I have no doubt it has something to do with Madeline.

This was Madeline's plan all along, she wants me and her psychotic brother to get along but she's just as crazy as him if she thinks me and her will still be getting along if I don't get the hell out of here at least by tomorrow.

I peek across the room at Kyle from the other side of the desk to see him looking through some papers. Curiosity eats at me and the need for communication picks my brain. What do you say to someone who profoundly hates you?

"Hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to stare at that dysfunctional home of yours?" Kyle's cold voice asks without even looking up from the paper. How does he do that! Suddenly his eyes meet up with mine and though I'm across the room from him and a desk separates most of his face his eyes are clear as day and as we both sit still staring, and I know I should answer his mean question but the more I stare at him the more I  forget what he said at all, but  the lights flicker off and he instantly snaps out of whatever trance we momentarily got caught in standing up. "Shït! Just great, now what are we supposed to do?" Kyle doesn't even seem to be talking to me as he impatiently paces in this tiny side of the already small room.

"This is all your fault you know?" I whisper under my breathe but somehow he manages to hear me and stops pacing mid stride and turns to me with angry eyes and a stone cold face. His thick hair is messy all over his head and he runs his hand through it angrily. His nostril flair as he takes a few steps closer to my side and his body touches the desk that separates us in the middle of the office. Oh boy...I've seen this look on his face before. At this moment he usually cuts my hair or destroys my homework project, or recently he seems to like to throw me in pools. But never until now do I notice how good looking he is up close, I wish he looked how he actually acted. It would make him hating me so much easier to handle. "My fault? Your blaming me for this, its your fault you were in here in the first place, Olive," he spats that horrendous childhood nickname at me.

My face turns hot at the mention of it and I feel myself standing up before I can even comprehend myself actually doing it. I step up to the desk just as close as he is and thought his height is way taller than mine I poke my finger into his chest as I say, "Don't, call me that. I'm not a child anymore, these childish games have gone on way too long. I've never done anything to you and yet you still feel the need to torcher me. Your an actual psychopath!" My voice is low but forceful as I say every word meaningfully. A unreadable emotion seems to flicker on his face before he goes back stoic as even. His Adam's apple wobbles as he clinched his jaw and takes a step back from the desk.
"Oh yeah, well if I'm a psychopath then your a manipulative bïtch," his words roll off his tongue so effortlessly but they're impact stings as if they were yelled at me.

I run my hands through my tangle hair in confusion. Does he know what the definition of manipulative is? How can someone with a 3.9 gpa still be so uneducated? "How am I manipulative, honestly, Kyle what have I done to you? What did I do that's so freaking bad that you feel the need to make it your life's mission to ruin my own life! I need to know and I'm not going to stop asking until you tell———"
"You ruined my life! You ruined me. You ruined everything. Don't you think that it's strange that you and your mother moved in the same time as my mother moved out? Don't you think it's strange how your mother's never even stepped foot anywhere near my house even though she's been living across the street for 11 years!  How dumb can you actually be?" He's screaming at this point and nothing he's saying makes any since. What does my mother have to do with any of this? She's always working and is hardly home, of course she busy, sure I've always wonder why she never made time but it's not like Mr. Green is a very pleasant person. And it's surely just coincidental that his mother left when we arrived. Right?

"I don't know what you talking about or how anything you just said has anything to do with why you hate me." He looks at me in pure disbelief as he shakes his head in shock. "You truthfully don't know do you?" He asks after a moment.
I don't understand what I can possibly not be seeing here. Emotions are raw on his face and in that moment I see a different side of him and I instantly wish I hadn't, because this means that maybe there is a actual valid reason as to why he hates me, and I don't know if I can handle knowing it.

He sits down against the wall as if drained. Cautiously I cross pass the desk entering his side of the room by the jammed door and slide on  the floor in front of him.
"Maybe its best if you don't," Kyle says indifferently. I'm about to open my mouth to interject when he waves me off . "Look it's whatever. The damage has already been done, and as much as I would love to leave you alone, your in the way of the one thing I've ever wanted."
"SCL?" I ask understandingly. He looks up at me in silence and I sigh reluctantly. "Fine I'll back off, I never wanted to be school committee leader anyhow I was chosen." Kyle continues to stare at me as if I had never even spoken and suddenly I feel uncomfortable. "Can I just ask you one question?" I ask him after a while . He doesn't verbally respond but I take his raised eyebrow as a yes. "Do you think there will ever be at times where you don't hate me."
I wasn't expecting to sound so vulnerable when I asked him the question that had stayed in the very back of my mind for what felt like decades. It's dark in the room but I can still make out the way his face slightly softens at the question, he swallows hard and looks away from me as he answers so honestly it make me flinch, "No. I will always hate you Olive. No matter what you do or say, I will always think about how I wish I never even met you. I promised myself a long time ago that I'll never forget all the pain you caused me and my family and though this may make no sense to you, it perfectly clear to me. I hate you and you should hate me to, I'll make things a lot more easier." Then he gets up and walks on the other side of the room. And as he leaves something coils in me with the need to make him rethink everything he just said.

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