"I swear to God, I can't stand mom anymore!" I hiss, angrily barging into Corey's room.
"Now, tell me why the hell you barged into my room and don't forget to explain to me why should I care about your problems with mom?" He asks in a mock annoyed tone and I huff at his childish behaviour.
"I'm not in the mood for your dumb questions Corey. I'm in a bad mood just in case you're too blind to notice and I'm here to vent." I point out in frustration.
"I don't think I'm the right person to vent with or throw tantrums with and just in case you don't remember or you're too stupid to realise it, I don't like you. I absolutely detest you and I could care less what goes on in your life." He replies and I chuckle.
"That is exactly why I'm here to hide out from mom cause I know this is the last place she'd think to look for me." I snap back at him and his facial expression turns sore.