"I thought we were cool' - I exclaimed, there was a part of me hurting so bad that I just wanted to cry. "No, we never were. I hate you and you should have known me better to never let your guard down" - Jason smirked and looked away. That stupid smirk. Why did I grow to believe there was something good hidden deep down inside of him? Why was I feeling this pain in every cell of my organs when he said he hated me? I was so used to his insults to feel anything, right? After all, he's just an ass. Bluntly, every pretty boy is an ass. Not that I am admitting he is pretty or anything.