"I don't like him," Vane said flatly

He still couldn't paint his face when we got to his room. I can't blame him. He doesn"t seem to ride Jackson"s habit.

"Don't mind him. He's just like that. He acts so much like a brother,"

He sniffed and then lay down on the bed. He is facing me.

"Brother? He's more like a jealous boyfriend. That coward even beat me! And the way he tells you those words? I want to strangle him to death!" Thrilling he says

I sighed before grabbing his hand. "He's not like that. He's probably thinking a lot,"

"And now you're defending him?" He pouted. "Who's...