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I Never Hated You

Chapter 4 A Long Tale

Word Count: 1307    |    Released on: 12/06/2025

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ew up, bonded together as children. He was always this tiny looking human being that was always frail and fragile, looking like something

out of the kitchen and did some ranting about him being addicted to SpongeBob before taking the remote control and turning it off, making him to start crying. His cries almost made me go crazy, and as little as I was, maybe at

my mom when she came to pick me up. I didn't understand the meaning of boyfriend th

n I made a face at him, or when he will try to scare me and have me scream, I always felt fulfilled, as i

homore year. His presence started to bug me;

er and Hazel. It was never really

y were hot, cool, almost famous guys who played quarterback, and I suited the criteria for people that were on the s

recall her name. But me dating her was like opening the door to the perfect social life that I wante

ther in class, but that was all. I was always at football practice or at a party or basica

ays around you", Hunte

guy?"

thing called D

ust sit together in class, that's all", I said,

ld swear that the dude looks at you as i

o defend him with the wrong words, using ' he's alright

mors, and one of them is that he wants you", that w

ating vigorously against my chest. I wasn't sure if he saw me that way, bu

", Hunter said, with a disg

I'm

reason you're defending him

an unknown anger

oo", he continued, oblivious to

irlfriend, remember?" I sa

was right, " in fact, I feel you're halfway there already. Weren't you all glued up with him before? Huh? Tell me Hakim, did you do it dirty when mommy wasn't looking", he w

erything will go south. The social life I had, the friends I had, the parties, everything w

glared at him. " Fuck off asshole

Prove that he means nothing to you", he said, and as

ving to them that I wasn't gay

what was happening, I had graduated into giving him a full arm torture. I must've earned a doctorate degree in making his life miserable and unbearab

ol clinic after everyone dispersed and later learnt that it wasn't a minor injury, he had broken ribs and arms. I visited the hospital where he was and cried out my heart, apologizing to him, but he co

second chance. Fate was trying to bring us back together, and as I watched him leave my office, trai

most impossible, but I was prepared

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