I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. I didn't know why his words angered me so much, but I couldn't stop it. I felt offended. I was two seconds away from kicking him out of my room when he burst out laughing. I had seen him laugh two times in the same day, over things that weren't even funny.
"Would you mind telling me what is so funny, or would that be a bother to you as well?" I asked in a strained voice.
"You're jealous," he told me, with a prized smirk on his face.
"I am not!" I just about yelled.
"Yes you are."
"No, I'm not."
"You are."
"Why would I be jealous? It's not like I like you or anything." His smirk wiped clean off his face and I got a smirk of my own.
'So that's the way to shut him up', I thought to myself.
"I know you were jealous, but you don't have
