I Hate You/Chapter Two
Chelseas Point of View
Vaughn and I sat across from each other at the kitchen table, just glaring at each other. I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor as Vaughn drummed his fingers on the table.
"What do you think your doing?" Vaughn growled at me.
I was laying under my apple tree, trying to relax, but it didn't look like I would get much relaxing done with him around.
I opened my eyes and squinted up at him, trying to give him my most evil look I could muster.
"What does it look like I'm doing? If your guess is-" He cut me off.
"Slacking off and acting careless when you have an entire farm to fix up and tons of other stuff you should be doing so you can at least aford breakfast? Then I would be right."
"Listen you..you.." I tried thinking of something insulting back, but my mind could come up with nothing..he was right.
"No you listen" he said before I could say anything else. "You have a ton of work to do, yet your so lazy and careless you cant even take care of yourself! Disgusting…"
I never heard him talk this much, and I wish that he was back to not talking much…
I looked at him blankly, showing no emotion and said, "Thank you.."
I got up, standing in front of him. I stoof barely an inch away from him, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed myself closer to him and stood on my tip toes, trying to appear taller.
"But, I got news for you. The next time you want to bully someone just to make yourself feel better, don't do it to me because I'm sick of you trying to make my life miserable just because yours is. I will NOT have anymore of it!" I practically screamed at him as I pushed him.
He stumbled back, lost his footing and fell in some fresh dog poop.
I glared at him, and stormed off. But before I realized what was happening, his hand was locked around my arm in a death grip. He pulled me to him and grabbed my other arm.
His eyes were deadly, I was almost scared…almost.
"Now, you are going to clean my pants by hand. We can do this the easy way or the hard way…your choice." he said just barely above a whisper.
I scrunched up my nose, "Eww…I am NOT cleaning that off with my bare hands, you can forget it!"
"You are going to clean them, whether you like it or not." he let go of me and I fell down. I stared up at him with hatred.
"And if I don't, you'll do what?"
He crouched down, and grabbed my chin forcing me to look directly into his eyes. His eyes sparkled with pure evilness, and something else…I couldn't tell what.
"Oh trust me, you don't even want to know what horrible things I'll do to you if you don't." His low velvety voice sounded deadly.
End Of Flashback
I had washed his pants, but not without dying them pink. All I could guess was that he was plotting his revenge.
He stood up, his bright pink pants clearly noticeable.
"You realize these were my only pair of pants right?" He yelled at me.
"How was I suppose to know you own only one pair of pants!"
He sighed, frustrated.
"Slob" I said.
I glared at him, "Man-whore"
"Selfish" he said glaring right back.
I glared at him, and stormed out of the house.
I am going to plot the worst revenge plan ever to be created in the history of mankind.
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