"Bam Butt..."

"Lis-zard..."

"This is our table. We sat here yesterday!" I snapped before slamming my tray on the table.

With his faded auburn hair which he ran through with his muscular fingers as a grin formed on his pinkish lips. "Rookies don't own seats. That's rule number two," he said coldly as his brown pools fell a shade dark, "Especially ones that belong in a snake park."

The Cafeteria silenced as we both exchanged venomous looks across the table.

Why was he treating me like this? When he made it into Got7 we were all happy?

Now it's a problem, if it's me. Am I the problem?

I mean we used to be so close back then. Now he'd rather have me by my throat.

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