You got scolded by your mother for coming home late at night. Because of it, you're not allowed to get out of the house and talk to your friends.

You were reading a book inside your room when you heard a creak from the door. Your neighbour whom you treat as enemy comes in.

He's close to your family so he's free to get in and out of your house.

"Are you here to scold me too?" you raised a brow at him

He let out a scowl and drop himself on your bed. He didn't mind if it's crumpled and messy.

His sharp and dark eyes were fixed on you. It gives chills down to your spine. You can tell that he's mad.

"You were hanging out with your boy last night."

"I did not!" you denied.

"Don't even try to lie on my face," he laughed with full of sarcasm.

"You two kissed, yeah? He looks like a bad kisser though."

Your eyes rounded. "You stalker!"

A mischievous smirk made its way to his lips. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"I was only keeping an eye on what's mine."