I Hate You Like I Hate Tuna

Kierra's P.O.V

I was sitting wrapping gifts. My sister was helping me. I loved Christmas, and wrapping presents always seemed to be the icing on the cake.

But I couldn't help but frown, something was eating away inside of me, every since I gave Pete the letters.

I loved Pete a lot. But I didn't trust him.

And Patrick. I know that hes the real bastard of the group. Baffling eh?

Damien. He stole my heart in high school. But now, it seems he loves me more than I him.

Why doesn't he give me butterflies? It use to be always that way.

"Hey Babe," Damien said pecking my cheek.

Speak of the devil.

"Hey," I said putting down tape.

"Any of these for me?"

"Mmm, nope!" I said with a smile.

"Aww, break my heart,"

"Don't worry, your getting something,"

"Oh yeah?" He questioned, his curiosity growing.

"Yup, a lump of coal," I giggled at him, he grimaced.

"Guess I should take back your gift then?"

I stopped, "What gift?"

"Oh this one,"

He was dangling a ring on a chain in front of my face.

A RING