I HATE YOU SO MUCH I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU || An Isaac Garcia Fanfiction

TW: ADDICTION 

As I wake up, I hear the entire Walter family talking downstairs. My head is pounding and this was definitely the hangover from drinking at my girlfriend, Olivia's last night. I get up, not remembering that I don't actually have a shirt on and I walk down the stairs. As I walk down more and more, the pounding in my head gets louder. I check my phone for the time, it's almost 10, what were they doing, making all this noise and 10 in the fucking morning. I come down the stairs, I glare into the dining room to see Ashlyn there.

"What the hell is all this noise?" I say, angrily.

"Happy birthday to me, duh", Ashlyn replies with a smirk and a blush on her face.

I roll my eyes and I smirk at her blushing. I flustered her, that's actually funny.

"Happy Birthday, Ash-hole", I say before going back up the stairs, smirking.

Fucking hell, it's her birthday today. Are you actually kidding me? God, everything's gotta be about her all the goddamn time.

I grumble to myself as I walk back to my room, the pounding in my head matching the rhythm of my annoyance. Birthdays were supposed to be fun and all, but Ashlyn's seemed to be the centre of attention all the time, and honestly, I was sick of it.

Flopping down on my bed, I rub my temples, trying to ease the throbbing in my head. Maybe I should've skipped Olivia's party last night, but then again, drowning my frustrations in a sea of alcohol seemed like the best option at the time. But now, with the hangover from hell and Ashlyn's birthday celebration in full swing downstairs, I couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness. It wasn't fair that she got all the attention while I was left feeling like the black sheep of the family.

Shaking off the self-pity, I force myself to get up and start getting ready for the day. The sooner I could get out of the house, the better. Maybe I could crash at Olivia's place for the day, away from all the birthday celebrations and the reminders of my own wants.

As I pull on a shirt and grab my phone, I can't help but wonder why Ashlyn's birthday seemed to rub me the wrong way. Maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was resentment, or maybe it was something else entirely. But whatever it was, I know one thing for sure: I'm so fucking sick and tired of feeling like I was always playing second violin to Ashlyn Howard.

Shit, just realized I didn't introduce myself. Hi, I'm Isaac Garcia. How do people do this? Uh- well, I'm sixteen years old, and my birthday is February 24, 2008. I was born in Mexico City, Mexico, but moved in with the Walters when I was four. Me and my brother, Lee, both live here in Colorado with the Walters, and we go to Silver Falls high with the rest of our cousins. I'd say that my main friend group is like my cousin, Alex, my cousin, Nathan, my brother, Lee, and my friend, Erin Collins. They're a chill bunch to hang out with, only problem is Ashlyn's also in this friend group. Do I like her? Not at all. Do I care that she's in this friend group? Nope. Do I talk to her? Hell fucking no. Does she talk to me? No way in hell. We kinda just ignore each other's existence, except when we're fighting or arguing or something.

Like yesterday, I had this like extra large strawberry slushie, right, so right after we finished our biology final, I dumped that shit straight down her shirt and ran all the way home. God her face was PRICELESS.

As I sit on my bed, remembering her reaction to me dumping a slushie down her shirt, it hits me. I drunk apologized to her last night after I got home from Olivia's. Holy. Shit. Is that why she was blushing this morning? I think to myself. I smirk a devious smile and I look in the mirror. How could I use this all to my advantage? Easy. Be nice to her and destroy it all, on and off.

I pace around the room, coming up with a plan and finding something to wear for Dylan's tonight. After 15 minutes, I decide on a black hoodie, black cargo pants and my leather jacket. The classic Isaac Garcia look. I leave those on my bed and I pull out an orange shirt, camouflage cargo pants and a black zip up from my drawers and I go to the bathroom.