He Started It by Hitting on Me

A Conversation

"I hate you."
Yeah I feel the same way, douche. It's been 3 days since our last encounter. I kicked him in the balls and we both confessed our feelings for each other. Yes, our feelings. Of HATE. We hate each other. He said it, I said it, we both said it. It's official now; we hate each other. I'm glad I know now. I don't know why I feel happy, I just do.
Actually I do know- I'm happy because now I know he probably won't hit on me or anything. Because he hates me.
Anyway, enough of this- let's get back to reality shall we?
I'm always at school. If anyone wanted to know. Heh. Home is boring- just studying. That's really ty.
School is... the same but just a little interesting... thanks to...
"Yo. - you stepped on me."
"Yo. Bastard. I don't care," I snapped.
I was in the hallway, facing Jonghyun who was staring back at me with cold eyes.
Jonghyun raised an eyebrow. "You better. If you don't, the girls will beat you up."
"I'm not scared. I actually know how to fight for myself. Why do you need girls? Why can't you do it yourself? Scared you're gonna get beat up by a girl?" I asked, pretending to give him a puppy-dog face.
"No. If you didn't know, I don't hit girls," he admitted.
"Oh, so you do have some sense. Tsk, you still ually abuse girls. Tsk, tsk," I say, shaking my head in disappointment.
"Who said anything about ually abusing girls?"
"Uhh, I think I just did? Retard."
"No wonder you're single- you're not likeable at all."
"And so what? That isn't a bad thing."
"You have no one to love...loser."
"Oho! I'm the loser? Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? Damn, playing with girls all day- do you even have a goal in life??"
Jonghyun glared at me. "," he whispered.
"Bastard," I spat.
We both leaned into each other's faces and yelled," I HATE YOU!"
We both turned away from each other and walked away. That bastard.
Our conversation was loud enough for everyone to hear. Hea Won comes up to me and sighed deeply.
"Really Mi Young... ever since you kicked him you guys have been at it. Saying all those things to each other... why don't you just stop it?" she asks.
"Hea Won... you know me. When there's someone who messes with me, I can't just stand back- I have to fight back. That bastard and I have our little insults but both him and me know it's not enough. One of us will do something to make the other suffer... and I want that to be me," I growled.
"You're too competitive."
"I've always been like that."
"Yes, that's why I became friends with you- so I don't have to be one of your victims."
I smiled but shook my head. "Come on, let's go to class," I said.
But before I even went to class, orange paint spilled on me. I stepped back from the door, where the bucket was hanging from. I wipe my eyes from the freaking paint and look at the piece of paper taped to the bucket before I went to the bathroom with Hea Won.
It read,"Gotcha . -Jonghyun "