The Fine Line Between Love and Hate
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,339
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Fine Line Between Love and Hate
Disclaimer- I own no brand names mentioned in ANY of my fics so get off my ass.
~~~~* The Fine Line Between Love and Hate*~~~~
Kitty sat up and stretched. She was cat like she’d give him that, but the nickname her enemy gave her infuriated her. She was not meant to be a form of amusement to him!
Kitty was a pretty girl but, she was … black widow pretty. She had dangerous light brown eyes that would flare into yellow/orange when she was mad. She had pert smallish breasts at a high 30-36 B cup. Kitty had long gorgeous waist length deep brown hair, with chin length bangs. She was a good “5’ 6” in height and had an oblong olive shaped face. She was also unbelievably tanned, for a Californian; she looked like she had grown up in Hawaii rather than Southern Cali.
Kitty was a surfer. It was almost her life, aside from hating her worst enemy. People actually only thought that she hated him, but she really was only acting. Just the thought of him made her tummy squirm, and when ever they got into real fights (pushing and shoving) her face went a dark hue of pink, everyone only thought that was due to anger and embarresment at getting beaten all the tme. But back to this story.
It was about five in the morning, and she was getting up to go....surfing. "School starts at eight" she mused "so Kitty has about two and a half hours to surf."
“Ok Kitty! “ She said brightly, “let’s go!” She always talked to herself in third person except when her enemy ticked her off, he was the only person who could stop her slightly annoying habit.
Kitty went to her room and changed into her swimsuit, a cute black thing with a lovely ocean scene over both pieces. She wrote a note to her parents telling them where she would be and what she would be doing. As a second thought grabbed her Nokia cell phone ya know … just in case. With only her swimsuit on her hopped on her bike, and was on her way.
Her board rack, was on the back, and stuck up like a sail. Her surfboard it self was ..... different. She had all her nicknames written on the back with a deep blue ocean scene in the background, she had painted it herself. She was an aspiring airbrush artist and painting the ocean was one of her favorite things to paint.
Kitty was varied in almost every thing, she was slightly sporty, but not like… butch. She was artsy but not like paint stained overalls. She was pretty but not overly diva-like. And the one thing that was extreme about her was .... her temper. Kitty had a quick fuse and almost anyone could set it off. But someone with the name, David Mc Larson knew just exactly how to set off that switch with one word. The funny thing was is that it didn’t matter which word he said. Everything about him just pissed her off. The only problem was that, he was also a surfer .... who lived in the same town .... Was extremely handsome, and .... surfed at the same beach as her.
She got to the beach at about five-thirty, it was only a one and a half mile bike ride, but she was still a little sweaty. She loved how she smelled after a bike ride, she felt that she smelled musky, which she liked.
A she she had gotten her board off the rack she noticed another person in the water, he had long shoulder length, curly brown surfer hair. He was starting to catch a wave and he looked PRO! And he was quite good looking, she thought to herself. "Humm…. Maybe Kitty will go flirt with hi-?!!?!" She had just realized who exactly she had been ogling in the water; it was her worst enemy, David Mc Larson.
To be continued
Reviews welcome but not needed unless you think I need them. Which I prolly do. And I know I know MAKE THEM LONGER I already know that, this is my first ever fan fic, and its an experiment!
~~~~* The Fine Line Between Love and Hate*~~~~
Kitty sat up and stretched. She was cat like she’d give him that, but the nickname her enemy gave her infuriated her. She was not meant to be a form of amusement to him!
Kitty was a pretty girl but, she was … black widow pretty. She had dangerous light brown eyes that would flare into yellow/orange when she was mad. She had pert smallish breasts at a high 30-36 B cup. Kitty had long gorgeous waist length deep brown hair, with chin length bangs. She was a good “5’ 6” in height and had an oblong olive shaped face. She was also unbelievably tanned, for a Californian; she looked like she had grown up in Hawaii rather than Southern Cali.
Kitty was a surfer. It was almost her life, aside from hating her worst enemy. People actually only thought that she hated him, but she really was only acting. Just the thought of him made her tummy squirm, and when ever they got into real fights (pushing and shoving) her face went a dark hue of pink, everyone only thought that was due to anger and embarresment at getting beaten all the tme. But back to this story.
It was about five in the morning, and she was getting up to go....surfing. "School starts at eight" she mused "so Kitty has about two and a half hours to surf."
“Ok Kitty! “ She said brightly, “let’s go!” She always talked to herself in third person except when her enemy ticked her off, he was the only person who could stop her slightly annoying habit.
Kitty went to her room and changed into her swimsuit, a cute black thing with a lovely ocean scene over both pieces. She wrote a note to her parents telling them where she would be and what she would be doing. As a second thought grabbed her Nokia cell phone ya know … just in case. With only her swimsuit on her hopped on her bike, and was on her way.
Her board rack, was on the back, and stuck up like a sail. Her surfboard it self was ..... different. She had all her nicknames written on the back with a deep blue ocean scene in the background, she had painted it herself. She was an aspiring airbrush artist and painting the ocean was one of her favorite things to paint.
Kitty was varied in almost every thing, she was slightly sporty, but not like… butch. She was artsy but not like paint stained overalls. She was pretty but not overly diva-like. And the one thing that was extreme about her was .... her temper. Kitty had a quick fuse and almost anyone could set it off. But someone with the name, David Mc Larson knew just exactly how to set off that switch with one word. The funny thing was is that it didn’t matter which word he said. Everything about him just pissed her off. The only problem was that, he was also a surfer .... who lived in the same town .... Was extremely handsome, and .... surfed at the same beach as her.
She got to the beach at about five-thirty, it was only a one and a half mile bike ride, but she was still a little sweaty. She loved how she smelled after a bike ride, she felt that she smelled musky, which she liked.
A she she had gotten her board off the rack she noticed another person in the water, he had long shoulder length, curly brown surfer hair. He was starting to catch a wave and he looked PRO! And he was quite good looking, she thought to herself. "Humm…. Maybe Kitty will go flirt with hi-?!!?!" She had just realized who exactly she had been ogling in the water; it was her worst enemy, David Mc Larson.
To be continued
Reviews welcome but not needed unless you think I need them. Which I prolly do. And I know I know MAKE THEM LONGER I already know that, this is my first ever fan fic, and its an experiment!