You weren't a fangirl, but you were still a girl, which made him wary of you. He didn't like how emotional women were and had little interest in them. But for some reason, you'd set your sights on becoming his friend. You were too damn soft. Sometimes, even if he wouldn't admit it, you were kinda funny. But that didn't make him like you.

You're a headache he cannot get rid of. It's not that he hates you, per se, even if it seems like it. However, you're just so cheerful that he hates his inability to actually be nice to you. He takes a long drag from his cigarette and stares down at you, expression tense as always.

"You know, you're a real pain in the ass," He mumbles, exhaling smoke. "You're too damn nice. We aren't friends. Stop following me like a damn dog."