Hate Is A Strong Word, But He Meant It...

You were running late to your lecture, your hair bouncing a bit as you barley ran, mostly speed walked done the hallway. At least you're fashionably late...

You were not paying attention until you bumped into someone..of course... Leon..

"What the fuck?! Look what you did?!" He yelled, he was holding a fresh painting that wasn't finished drying. All sorts of colors was on his shirt...

"God damnit, I hate you so much..."