Guess what?

The mc's pov.
I hate him. I fucking hate his smart ass without glasses. Takes my camera to film him doing exercise, then eats my peaches. Kinda liked it but no, i'm just driven by curiosity. He my nemesis forever. Me and inferiorty complex forever. Says he likes me. Who gives fuck? Not me. Oh wait I change my mind. Let's end that old man with fetish. We almost died. Informally discharged. We meet again. Panting, hugging. Well I guess i do like you afterall.