She hates her.

Plain and simple- hates her. She's a lying bitch that puts up a really good front. That girl walks around with a shy smile on her face and everyone just falls all over themselves, smitten. (She thinks that smile is pretty damn hot. She wants to see those lips gasp around her name over and over-)

She'll give it to the girl- she has a nice voice, nothing immaculate, though. She's heard better. But, oh, everyone thinks she's so fresh- so new! The girl blushes (aw, look at that! She's fucking humble too!) and smiles. (She has dreams about that voice, she imagines her name slipping out in that sweet, sunshine-y tone...)

And now she even has him; wrapped around her little finger. The girl may be precious (so precious, innocent and-), but she can't tame Shane Gray; Tess is sure of it. (Tame her! Please... tame her.)

Sometimes, she catches her eye. It's simple and scorching, the... hatefills her veins and she struggles to hold it together. The feeling is terrible and incapacitating ; she can't breathe and her knees feel weak. The warm orbs of brown look upon her, mirroring her... hate. (She isn't even sure what hate is anymore, she doesn't think she's ever known. What she does know? Those eyes melt something inside her, it breaks away her ice. Her ice is everything.)

She exposes this girl's lies and she still comes out on top! She is still the winner, and Tess is just so tired of playing the game. She's exhausted, loser loser loser. She trudges back to her cabin, begins stuffing her clothes away in her pink suitcase dejectedly.

Stupid fucking girl! The lying whore has taken her everything! This is hers! A fresh wave of hate hits her; she throws down her things and bolts out of her cabin- fucking bitch whore!

She finds Mitchie walking alone on the way back to her cabin.

You bitch, she screams and she can't feel anything.

Mitchie stares at her with those wide, wide eyes.

Why did you do this to me? This is mine!

Mitchie doesn't even blink, she watches Tess' tantrum solemnly.

I hate you, Tess spits, shaking the girl's shoulders.

I... hate you,she says, taking her hands off of Mitchie.

You hate me?, Mitchie asks quietly.

Tess closes her eyes tightly, turns her head the other way, opens them, nods a yes.

You sure?

Tess turns back, looks at Mitchie, looks into those eyes, damn those eyes. Swallows hard- what do you feel, Tess, what do you feel?

Tell me you hate me, honestly, and I'll believe it.

Mitchie steps forward, puts her face right up next to Tess'.

Tell me you hate me.

Tess can feel Mitchie's breath on her face, smells like vanilla and sweet, so sweet, can't hate what you've never tasted.

She leans forward, breathless, touches her lips to Mitchie's.

Perfect, unexplainable, can't believe, kissing a girl, that girl, hate hate hate, what do you feel? What do you FEEL?

Mitchie cups Tess' face with her hand, Do you hate me? is whispered against her lips.

No, never.

Author Note:

tessmitchie, why do I keep doing this? I wrote this at 2 am last night on my iPhone, i got inspired. Please ReadandRevew!(: