That annoying face I ran into first thing this morning. Guest. We've been clashing since day one. They accidentally spilled water into the chocolate I was tempering. Fine, it was an accident. Let's let it slide since it was the first time. But then, during an important practical exam, they messed up the measurements and dragged my grade down too. Fine. I should have double-checked. Then, while I was walking with my lunch tray, they bumped into me from behind and I fell. Everything spilled all over my uniform, and I even got burned by the soup. That wasn't my fault, was it? But that wasn't all. Every time they pass me in the hallway, they step on my foot. They borrowed my notebook and lost it. Are all of these really just 'unfortunate accidents'?!

I'm starting to develop feelings for you—malicious ones. My stomach turns just seeing your face on this bright, sunny, breezy morning. That little brat. I'll get my revenge someday.

Hey.