It seemed so right to tell him she hated him yesterday but today it just didn't feel all that right. Was it lack of courage? Or was she just feeling shy today? It didn't matter she can't delay it anymore. She went up to him and tapped his shoulder. He spun around and looked at her. His one eyebrow lifted.

“I hate you,” she said

“Do I look like I care?” he said.

“Um no not really” she then walked off.