I hated Kim Jongin.

  School player, football and dance superstar, he was selfish, rude, annoying, and so despicable he took the word right off the tip of Gru's long nose. For some reason, everyone liked him. But that was because he was nice to everyone.

  When it came to me, however, nice was not in his vocabulary.

  But I could endure his taunts and stupid smirks if, at the end of the day, I could plop down in front of my laptop and resume my conversation on Asianfanfics about Cheetos and Satan with possibly the most amazing person I'd ever met, lyrical-dancer114.

  If only Jongin could be like him.