Hae Jin's POV:

I arrived home after the outing.

I simply collapsed onto the couch in the living room.

Such a tiring day!

I yawned and stretched a little while laying on my back.

I was just about to doze off when the stupid doorbell rang.

Aish! Why does someone have to come when I'm about to take my precious nap?

I literally dragged myself to the front door and swung it open.

I just stared at the person that was waiting there.

"What do you want?" I groaned.

"I just want to talk," L.Joe said.

"Well, I don't want to," I retorted and tried to slam the door in his face.

Too bad, he has fast reflexes.

He held the door open.

"And what do you think your doing?" he sarcastically asked.

"Ugggghhhhhhhh! Let's get this over with.

I invited him over to the living room.

Well acatually, it's more like he invited himself in.

I rolled my eyes and closed the door.

I sat across from the arrogant idiot.

"So what is this about? And how did you even find out where I live you creepy weirdo?" I interrogated.D

"I found out from Haneul, duh," he said.

Damn it!

Now she's even telling people where I live!?!?!

I wish I moved, too.

"And I want to set things straight. From start to finish," he finished.

"Sorry, but you're going to have to leave," I said.

"Why!" L.Joe yelled.

"First of all, this is my house and you just walked in. So, you just  trespassed onto my property. Second, there is no reason to. And lastly, it's because I don't want to," I listed.

But, he didn't move an inch.

"I'm seriously going to call the police if you don't leave in under five minutes," I threatened.

Still nothing.

I never thought I would have to do this, but there's a first to everything.

I kicked him in the shin.

He hopped on one foot.

I pushed him to the ground and dragged him outside onto my front porch.

Then, quickly ran back inside and locked the door.

"Hey! Let me in!" L.Joe screamed from outside.

"In your dreams dummy!" I sneered and went up ther stair while L.Joe continued yelling outside.

I looked in the mirro and saw a huge zit on my forehead.

Holy fudge that thing looks like a third eye.

It's the size of the Titanic!

I'm going to need to cover that up somehow.

I guess I'll used make up for the first time.

It's all L.Joe fault that I have a baseball on my forehead.

He's the one giving me so much stress!

Stress gives your more pimples!

If he gets out of my life, then maybe I'll look pretty.

Right now I look discusting, ugly, and fat.

......I wish I looked more attractive.....

BANG! 

BANG!

BANG!

Darn it! 

L.Joe's still down there tying to break down my door.

I thought he left already.

Ugh!

Why is he back?

I don't want him here.

Or do I?

I don't even know my own feelings, great.

What I am I supposed to do?

Just keep saying that I hate him or become friends again.

Hmmmm.... I choose the first one.

BANG!

BANG!

Gosh! Shut up down there!

What is he still doing outside of my house.

He should leave now.

Scratch that. 

He should have never come.

L.Joe is so annoying.

BANG!

He migh as well burn down the door.