#Hater

It started with unspoken animosity. The bitter bite of jealousy. And now it's full-blown hate. It was during my first football game that I first felt the first chill of hate. I looked it right in the eyes and felt its sticky tentacles reach out for me. I'd never experienced something so cold and empty before. The effect of that look lingered, like an unspoken promise, long after it was gone.

Becoming a couple, becoming the other half of a campus celebrity, wasn't easy. I let down the walls ...