The Difference Between Love and Hate- Part 9 I think I screamed, but I wasn't sure. All I know is when we finally stopped, I had my hands on the dashboard and I was breathing hard. I slowly looked up, pushing my hair back. The windshield was cracked and from what I could tell, the front of the car looked totalled. I sat back and looked over at Nick.
He was rubbing his forehead and a deflated airbag lay in his lap. I sighed.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"What?" he said, glancing at me and blinking a few times.
"I said, are you okay?"
"I think so..."
"I don't think we should stay in here."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because we don't know what kind of damage has been done to the car and I'd prefer not to die if this damn thing explodes or something!"
"But it's raining."
"Just get out of the God damn car," I said slowly.
"Fine," he muttered, pushing open his door. I got out too and walked around the back of the car to meet Nick. He was standing on the side of the road, his hands on top of his head, like he was stretching. He saw me and lowered his arms.
"Now what the hell are we supposed to do? Walk to the venue?"
"How the hell should I know?"
"This is your fault."
"My fault?" I cried, pushing my hair back again. We were both fully soaked now.
"How the hell is this my fault?"
"If you hadn't been bitching at me, I could've paid more attention to the road."
"That tree would've fallen anyway, this is not my fault."
"Then who's fault is it?"
"Does everything have to be someone's fault?"
"Someone or something has to be at fault."
"Fine, then it's your fault, you arrogant asshole. God," I muttered through clenched teeth, turning away from him and walking to the other side of the car. If I stood there in front of him any longer, I'd kill him. I sat on the asphalt for a minute, thinking.

Nick
I rolled my eyes as Mary stalked off around the car. She was way too uptight.
I stood there for a minute, then suddenly Mary came back around.
"You know what your problem is? You can't fucking deal with the fact that the guys are on my side and you can't get anyone to work with you against me."
"I don't care if anyone's with me. The entire world could be against me. Bothering you is what I enjoy."
She continued to bitch at me about whatever this was, but I found myself not listening. I was staring at her eyes, full of fire, and her lips, so soft looking... what the hell was this? I was actually finding myself attracted to her? Shit, there was something wrong with me... but dman it, I wanted to do it, to piss her off, piss myself off. So I grabbed her and kissed her, stopping her midsentence. It was like one of those kisses you see in the movies, where the person does it to see what it's like, so it seems like it's hard, but passionate. And long.
When I finally pulled back and looked at her, she was staring at me, wide eyed and frowning, her mouth open. She pulled herself away from me, then slapped me across the face.
"Why the hell did you do that?" she cried.
"I... I don't know," I murmured, aware of a mild stinging on my left cheek. She stared at me for another minute, then made a grunting sound and turned away from me, walking away a few feet.
I looked down and shook my head.
"God, what is wrong with me?" I muttered. Suddenly, Mary was in front of me again. I looked at her. What was she doing? She took a deep breath, then pulled me down and kissed me again. Surprised, I lightly touched her waist, afraid I'd fall over or something.
When she pulled away from me, she stared at me, then slapped me again.
"What'd you do that for?" I exclaimed, putting my hand on my cheek.
"Why'd you let me kiss you?!"
"What?!"
"God, fuck off!" she cried, stomping around the car again. I frowned.
"Oh yeah. Now I remember why I hate her so much."
But dude, I thought, going around the car and looking at her. She may be annoying, but damn... she looks good. She was wet and -ahem- obviously cold. I should kiss her again. I mean, she obviously wanted it, she'd kissed me back. She looked sexy as hell anyways...
I walked over to her, up behind her, and slipped my arms around her waist. No response from her, so I kissed her neck. She wasn't sayin' anything yet, so I kept it up.

Me
I was so deep in thought that I didn't even realize what was goin' on until I felt something tickling my neck. I frowned.
"Nick, what are you doing?"

Nick
She was starting to squirm around in my arms. I tightened my grip. Just ignore her voice and concentrate on her body, I thought to myself.
"Nick, stop."
Just ignore it. She's playing hard to get, she knows she wants it. She just won't admit it. I slid my hands up under her shirt and continued kissing her.
"Nick, get off of me."
"C'mon, Mary, you know you want it. Go with it. Just... don't talk."
"I don't want it, get off of me." She was still trying to get away from me.
"C'mon, baby-"
"Don't call me baby and get your God damn hands off of me," she shouted and suddenly stomped hard on my foot.
"Shit!" I exclaimed, finally letting her go. She spun around and punched me.

Me
I watched Nick stagger back against the car. His ass was goin' down. I punched him in the stomach and watched him double over, groaning. He slid down to the road and looked up at me. The bastard still had an uppy. I wanted to step on it... I raised my foot up above it and he looked panicked, covering it with his hands.
"Oh, God, please don't."
I moved my foot and kneeled down in front of him, straddling him, and grabbed his shirt.
"Don't ever call me baby again and don't ever touch me like that. Ever. Again. Do you understand me?"
He nodded slowly and I let him go. His head hit the car and he winced. I walked around to the other side of the car and was tempted to keep right on walking and just leave Nick there. I almost did, actually.
I climbed over the tree and kept walking. When I got a few yards away, I slowed down and eventually stopped. I sighed. I couldn't leave Nick's pathetic ass back there alone, no matter how annoying he was.
"Damn conscience!" I groaned and turned around. When I got back to the car, Nick was still on the ground, his knees pulled up to his chest, his forehead on his arms.
I shook my head. "You're pathetic."
He looked up sharply and eyed me warily.
"I can't believe you let a girl kick your ass."
"You didn't kick my ass."
"Yeah, okay, then tell me why you're sitting on the ground, crying like a loser."
"I'm not crying," he muttered.
"Liar," I said as he sniffled. "You're a pansy."
"How am I a pansy? You punched me in the stomach. That shit hurt."
I rolled my eyes. "You fucking deserved it after what you did." I shuddered at the memory of him touching me. It repulsed me. I shook my head and looked at him again.
"God, what goes through your mind when you do shit like that?"
He scoffed, shaking his head and looking away.
"You don't wanna know."
"That was a rhetorical question anyway," I muttered. I made a mental note to burn these clothes when I got the chance and possible take a bath in some boiling water...
I shook my head again and walked away from him.

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