God, look at him. Kayla thought as she stared out of her window at the boy who lived next door to her. He truly is a disgusting person. She watched him with resentment, hating him undeniably. Patrick O'Rourke had never been on her favorites list, but the past year had caused her to despise the very site at him with a burning intensity. She hated everything about him. From the arrogant smile that turned up the corners of his mouth to the perfect composition of his face.
Kayla was a firm believer in God, and she beleieved that He had truly went over the top when creating Patrick O'Rourke. The boy was gorgeous, she had to admit with a certain resentment. He had golden hair that came down to his ears and always reflected the sunlight. His eyes were a bright green, with long, curling lashes that Kayla would kill for. His lips were the perfect amount of poutiness for a boy. His body was toned and muscular from countless lacrosse practices. He took his beauty and threw it in the face of every average looking person in the world, and that was why she hated him.
"See anything you like, Skinner?" drawled a lazy sounding voice. Patrick, suddenly right outside her window. His voice possessed the sort of arrogance that only Patrick O'Rourke could have. The corners of his mouth were turned up in a cocky smile, and she wanted nothing more than to smack it off him.
"I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole," she said with a hard certainty. "Don't flatter yourself. I wasn't looking at you, I was just checking to see how warm it was outside. Now go away, you dumb son of a bitch." she lied effortlessly. With that, she took the window and slammed it in his face. She walked away and stomped up the stairs to her room. On the way up, she heard a laugh and a loud, "I like it when you talk dirty to me!" Her face turned bright pink, but she ignored it and slammed her bedroom door shut. She played The Beatles and tried to forget the inufuriating face of Patrick smirking at her through the window. It just pissed her off even more.
