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P.S. I Hate You


I watched the tears form in Terrance’s eyes. I felt my heart break into two pieces. I felt a tear of my own go down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away. I hopped off my bed and pretended to be a happy little camper. I looked out my window, and down at the pool. James was swimming. I watched as he raced through the pool.

“We can still be friends of course.” I told him without looking at him. A few more tears came down my face but I wiped them away with my jacket sleeve. It literally broke my heart. But I need to make things right to please my mom and dad. I didn’t want any flaws in this stupid marriage they arranged.

“Why?” He stuttered through his tears. I could feel him coming closer to me. His head was on my shoulder. “You said you would let this work till further notice about the marriage.” He said into my shoulder.

I shrugged him off. “I want to do something right in my life. I want to make my dad happy before something bad happens to him.”

“Can't you do something else to make him happy?” He asked.

I shook my head, “This is different.” I looked at James. He saw me in the window and flipped me off then continued with his swim.

“How?” He asked again.

I was getting annoyed. I sighed, “You know what Terrance. Maybe you should stop asking questions about why I can't be with you and why you can't be with someone else.” I didn’t know what to do after that, but I wanted it to be something dramatic. I quickly walked over to that door and stormed out the room, slamming the door behind me.

That was defiantly harder than I thought. I walked into the arcade room and slid down the wall and sat on the floor. I tried not to cry. Suck it up Ever, its just a boy. There’s plenty other fish in the sea.

Better said than done.

I heard footsteps behind me. I didn’t dare turn around to look. “So harsh Ever,” I heard Meghan say from behind me.

I still didn’t turn around. “Just trying to make everything right. Make it perfect.”


“Maybe we can get down and burn up in the heat...” I heard my phone sing on the counter in the bathroom. I stopped what I was doing for a second and picked up my phone.

“Amber?” I asked into the receiver.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m busy,” I told her.

“I know your fucking busy. You better be doing something important.”

“I’m dying my hair.” I said and put the phone on speaker.

“You’d rather dye your hair then pick your friend up from the airport? Now I have to get a damn taxi. I could have helped you dye your hair, but no you insist on doing everything your self. Am I on speaker?”

I rolled my eyes and laughed. Amber talks to much and she hates being on speaker. I was dying my hair for a change. I couldn’t decide black or blonde, I wouldn’t want to be described as a bimbo by anyone so I chose black.

“Well I told Rob to bring you here. He should be there with a sign. Yes, you are indeed on speaker.” I said and put some more chemical on my hair.

“I don’t know who the fuck Rob is. I’d rather you let Kim or James pick me up. Maybe even Terrance or Gavin. Even though I hate Gavin, but that’s not the point. The point is I don’t want some stranger picking me up from the airport. He could be a rapist or a murderer for all I know. Or even worse, he could be both! Another thing, what color are you dying your hair. It better not be some stupid color like blue. How I hate that color. And why am I on speaker?” God, Amber talks a lot.

“Why are you so fucking annoying?” I heard James say from behind me.

“Hmm, maybe because we have assholes like you in our lives?” I asked and listened to Amber laugh as I put the last bit of chemical all through my hair.

“That hurts, it really does,” He faked heart break by putting his hand to his chest. “Why are you dying your hair? Finally realized that your getting gray?” He asked.

“Hmm, you finally realize that you have a tiny-”

“Ever!” Amber cut me off, knowing what I was going to say next. “I have to go. I see that boy Charles. If I’m not back in a hour, call 911. I might be murdered.” I laughed at my friend and took off my gloves. Then I realized she'd just called Rob, Charles. I shook my head again. I took the phone from the counter and pressed the end button.

“How would you know about my manhood, Ever? Do you look into my pants at night?” James asked.

“Oh, you wish.”

I hate that James and I are this way now. Last Monday I just went bonkers. I didn’t know what I was doing. I told off James. Which for some reason I regretted. I told Terrance we couldn’t be anything else other than friends. Which broke my heart, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Lastly I told Madiline to back off. I didn’t regret that at all.

But now its Monday, the day of my birthday. I shouldn’t be thinking about all this drama. Especially on one of the best days of the year for me. But I couldn’t help it. Something in my brain kept telling me that I did the wrong thing towards James and Terrance. But its in the past, you change what’s in the past. But I can surely change my future by changing the present. But not today, maybe tomorrow.

I moved past James in the doorway and sat on the bed, looking through my phone. I was trying to look natural, as if I had something to do. The truth was I was bored and needed something to do till I had to wash out my hair, wait for the party, or wait till Amber came here.

I heard things being moved around in the bathroom. “Black?” He asked, “Finally realized that you were goth?”

I rolled my eyes and gave him a very sarcastic, “Yeah…” I wasn’t in the mood to be insulted. I stood up from the bed and made my way to the door. But just as I was reaching out to turn the knob and leave, the door opened itself and there appeared Gavin and Terrance.

“Hi Ever,” Gavin said to me and walked over to James.

I mumbled back a hi and looked up at Terrance. My heart nearly skipped a beat. God, I never realized how taller he was than me. When I looked him in the eye and they instantly got bigger. “I… er…. I’m…. um…. Hi,” I stuttered.

In the middle of each word I stuttered Terrance muttered a word, “Um…. Hi…. I….”

I smiled and moved past Terrance and out the door. I was just about to go downstairs when I heard, “Yeah…. Total bitch…” I couldn’t really make out the rest of the words. But I turned. I saw Terrance moving his lips. Must have been him. But I couldn’t hear that delicious accent that always made me swoon.

But I didn’t care. Who ever said it made tears welcome rims of my eyes. I pulled my self together and hurried down the stairs.

Again the whole downstairs was reorganized. The bar was back and so were the tables and chairs and such. It sort of looked like the coming out party thing. But the only thing changed was the colors and there was no elegance. I smiled and skipped over to the kitchen.

“Hello!” I yelled and smiled when I heard three other chefs say hello back to me in different languages. “Hey George.” I said to one of the head chefs.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to eat the frosting and, my name isn’t George. Its Greg.” He said taking the cup of frosting from me and started frosting the cake.

I rolled my eyes and leaned on the counter. “You told me twice before and I’ll call you George… Greg.” I muttered the last name.

This time Greg rolled his eyes and handed me a platter filled with different foods. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and help me put these out there?” I let out a big sigh and carried two different platters. I followed Greg around as he adjusted different things. “Why do you have a cap on your head? Realize you have grays?” He questioned.

I scoffed. What is it? Pick on Ever day? Is every one saying, “Oh, its Ever’s birthday, lets go hurt her with words.”

“Aren’t you supposed to like respect your princess or what ever?” I asked.

“I’m sincerely sorry Miss Jones. I was born in Italy.”

“Don’t call me Miss Jones.”

“Its only but a form of respect.”

“Yeah… but…. Erm…” I muttered. I totally forgot that some people didn’t know that James and I had an arranged marriage. But the chefs and maids must know since all James and I know is argue. But I guess that’s what married couples do. “I don’t like being called by my last name. Just call me Ever.” I told him and rushed off the other way.

I walked into the hall way full of rooms where the maids and two of the chefs lived. I think by the looks of the rooms there were five maids. I scratched my head and put my hand on my chin. I was trying to decide which room to knock on to find Kim.

My final decision was to knock on each door one by one till I could find her. I walked over to the first door and knocked. No one answered so I opened the door. The room was quite nice, but no Kim. I think it was one of the chefs rooms. I knocked on the next one. No Kim. The next I think I found Robs room.

A few doors later I found Kim in the last room. I found her folding clothes with another girl. I think her name was Bianca by the looks of her. I still remember that first night that I came to stay and Meghan and James were arguing because of some maid named Bianca. I smiled at the two and sat to help them.

“Oh Ever, you don’t have to help,” Kim told me as she folded one of James’ pants. I shook my head and smiled then continued to fold.

“Kimmy, you told me Miss Ever was kind. You didn’t tell me she was super kind.” Bianca said and smiled.

I smiled back. “Flattery wont get you a raise, Bi.” Kim muttered. I snuffled a laugh and covered my mouth with a pair of jeans.

Bianca glared at Kim and me. “Fine then bitches, I’m going to go give James a hand job. You don’t mind, Miss Ever?” Bianca asked me. Not really a question, more of a statement.

“No, I don’t mind at all. Go ahead and do what you do best. Just remember that he has a tiny penis and sometimes he can't hold his little excitement and… oh not a pretty site.” I wink at her as she stands and heads out the door.

“Is that true about Sir James?” Kim asked and giggled.

“Goodness, I don’t know.” I told her truthfully. “I was just saying that because I wanted to,” I smiled and stood. I looked around the room. Damn, it was a pretty nice room. The themed colors were black and white. I really liked it and it fit Kim and her personality.

I heard a knock on the door and turned to see Bianca with her hands on her hips. “Amber is here,” She sighed and went out the door and behind my red haired best friend. I rolled my eyes at Bianca.

“Bitch has got a stick up her vagina,” Amber grunted and dropped her bag. She walked over and gave me a hug. “Hey Kim,” she said. Kim smiled at her in reply, “Hey what’s up with that blonde bitch?” Amber asked.

“She needs to get laid,” I told her.

“Has she met Gavin? Which reminds me, where the fuck is he?” She asked. I pointed up and she brightened up. “Well lets go up.” I groaned in protest, “Girl, your going to have to face them sometime. Even though we all know what you did was wrong. You must do it for all the little people.”

“What little people?” I asked her with a laugh.

“Um me and Kim. Its like were watching a movie.” Amber and I laughed. “Come on lets go,” She took me by the hand and let go once she grabbed her bags. We both waved by to Kim and started up the stairs.

Once we were in front of our bed room door I opened it. Amber effortlessly walked in and put down her bags then sat on the couch next to Gavin. I looked over at the bed where Terrance was watching TV and James was straddling Bianca on his lap. Bianca quickly got up and curtsied before everyone then quickly left. But that didn’t do it, when she left she added her new little nickname for me. Slut. I think it suits me well.

I smiled and walked over to Amber.

“You might want to fix your big situation Hun,” James said, pointing to my head. I looked at the clock on the night stand. I was supposed to wash my hair out thirty minutes ago. Oh well, I didn’t really care about my hair at this point.

I took Amber by the wrist and lead her to the bathroom. I pushed Amber in the bathroom and turned around to look at the three boys.

“Oh and James?” I said and he looked up at me with a wide smile. “You might want to fix the little situation.” I said point down below to the, err, well you know what I’m talking about.

Amber and I laughed, and I’m pretty certain that Terrance and Gavin even scuffled a laugh also.

Amber helped me wash my hair out in the bathroom. I promised her I wouldn’t look in the mirror till she was done blow drying and straightening it. But once she was finally done I looked in the mirror.

I smiled and fingered my newly colored hair in my hands. But it indicated a new Ever. A Ever who regretted things and broke peoples hearts. An Ever who now cried herself to sleep every night because her fucked up life. I loved my new hair, but I couldn’t say I love the new me.
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Ohmygod. i'm so sorry about this! You honestly dont know how sorry I am about how much time I took to write this. There were a bit complications in well everything. summer and and all. If you have Quizilla please go and read my journal explaining everything. Donnie88. Oh and the picture of Ever with the hair. Pretend like its black instead of dark brown. I know I suck butt hole at the moment.