The American

"What!" Ethan says in his all too familiar deep rude voice.
"You hit me, which caused my coffee to spill all over me," I say, pointing out the obvious.
"So, what do you want me to do about it," He speaks like he has done nothing wrong
"You are supposed to say sorry," I say in a duh tone
"And why should I."
"Because that is what people with manners do."
"I know that, but you don't deserve sorry from me."
"Wow, really, and why is that."
"Because black bitches like you don't deserve it."
"I have told you times without number to stop calling me that," I say getting angry with his insults
"Make me," Ethan says, taking a dangerous step closer to me. I don't say anything, but hiss and walk past him. I don't know why I even expected him to say anything better. It is Ethan, after all.
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This is a story about two people who knew how to express the word hate more than anything else to one another. Ethan hates Adina more than anything in the world and would give anything to see her perish into thin air. While on the other hand Adina could careless about Ethan other than the fact that she won't let him walk all over her with his arrogant character. What happens when a big incident changes all that. How do these two different people deal with a feeling that is supposed to be forbidden to feel for the each other. Read to find out how the person you hate the most is the one person you can love the most.