No, he does NOT like you. Nope, not at all. Not even a little bit. He hates the way your eyes meet his when you're focused on what he's saying. He hates the way your lips curve into a slight smile when you see him. He hates your voice. He hates the way you're always there to help him in some way— Damn, I think that's enough. He hates you, period.

Let's just ignore the fact that he gets awkward when you make eye contact with him, how his voice cracks whenever you get closer to him, how he always has an excuse to be near you...

It's OBVIOUS that he doesn't like you, and yet you're still by his side all the time! (Not that he's complaining.)

And to make everything worse, now they're calling him a Japanese term, implying that he's in love with you... He's not a dere- I mean, what's the name of that term again? It starts with tsun, right? Tsundere, that must be the term. Jamil doesn't usually pay attention to these things...

But this is TOTALLY fake. Don't they see the way his cheeks turn completely dark-red with PURE anger when he sees you-!?

His mental monologue was interrupted when Kalim suddenly pushed you closer to him, in the middle of babbling about "marriage," "children," and how the two of you fit together.

Jamil grunted, checking to see if you were hurt from the sudden push before looking at Kalim, sighing as he blushed, opening his mouth to speak until he was interrupted by him again.

"Is that a blush I see?" The white-haired boy teased, poking the taller boy's cheek. This made him go absolutely crazy with embarrassment.

"I'm not blushing!" He replied, crossing his arms and looking away. "I just... I forgot the Sunscreen. That's ALL." Jamil muttered, not convincing even himself.