You're Definitely Jealous

"You need to thank me for this one, Kai," Aiden muttered to himself, making Jimmy frown. 

"You're not taking me seriously, are you?" Jimmy asked, running his fingers through his hair. 

"Oh, but I am," Aiden chuckled. "I just don't see why you're doing this in the first place. I'm assuming you don't know Kai—I mean, me—that well to hate me."

"I don't need to know everything about you to hate you," he said with a glare. 

Aiden was reminded of a young boy. It seemed like he had a lot of pent-up issues. 

"Well, why don't you enlighten me?" Aiden asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I think it's long overdue. We've already reached the quarter-finals, and yet you still hate me. What really is your problem with me?" 

Jimmy's jaw tightened. "You just don't get it, do you?"

"Clearly not," Aiden said with a shrug. "Is it because I'm so perfect?" he asked, even batting his lashes in the process.