BRITTANY'S POV I can't believe he was asking me that. Do I really hate him? I stared up at him as he hovered over me, his face just a few inches from mine.My eyes roamed over his features and that annoying little flutter swept through my heart once again.Was it his looks or the way he had started to look at me? At first, his eyes have always been dead to me but recently, like now, they were saying a lot enough to make me uncomfortable.But despite this, I couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling I had when I was around him or the disgust or anger that bubbled up inside me whenever he was close.And there was also the fact that I knew exactly what he thought of me; a slut.So yes, “I do. I hate you.” I said quietly. His eyes darkened and he scoffed.“Are you sure? You hesitated for quite a lot of time.” He sneered.I smiled sweetly, “Yeah, I had to think of the reasons I hate you.” I retorted. His frown deepened and so did his gaze.He leaned in even closer to me and grabbed me forcefu
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