All three of them continued to pointlessly argue about who worked at the police station while I vented my anger at the convicts I shot on the screen.

"Take that!  And that!"  I yelled, quickly re-loading my gun and shooting one convict in the legs.

Kneecaps.  Gotta get ‘dem kneecaps.

My eyes widened when I saw one get off a motorcycle, instantly reminding me of the guy who has my lucky key chain.  I picked up the machine gun in the other holster of the game machine and used both to shoot wildly at the convict.

"Gahhh!  It's You!  Give me back Binky, you son of a bizzatch!"  I screamed, shooting for all that I was worth.

Next thing I know, I find Max and Alex grab me by my flailing arms and pull me back from the machine.

"Let go!  I have to kill him!  He has Binky!"  I screeched, kicking at the air with my short legs.

"Joo-Eun, calm down!"  Max tried to speak over my screaming.

"Holy crap, Joo-Eun!  Did you gain weight?"  Alex exclaimed with a grunt as he helped drag me back to the counter.

I stopped struggling and pushed them away from me.  "Only a few pounds.  It was a long weekend and we just stocked up on grocery."  I answered with a scowl, wiping the dust off my pants.

Alex rolled his eyes while Max and Joe exchanged amused looks with a sigh.  

I scowled at all of them.  "Oh yeah.  Go ahead.  Find amusement in my grief and pains, why don't you."

Joe came out from behind the counter and put his olive tanned and well-muscled arm around my shoulders.  

Oy, hormones acting up.  I felt my face flood red as I looked up into his yummy mocha eyes.

"Cheer up, Joo-Eun.  I have a friend who works at the station.  I'll see what I can do for you."  He assured me with a dashing smile.

Gahhh, his eyes were even twinkling sexy!  

I quickly nodded while kicking myself mentally, trying to think of a way to get the un-pure thoughts of Hot Mama Joe out of my head.  

I conjured up a mental image of Max doing the Macarena in a neon green miniskirt, with his hairy stick legs and all, and instantly shuddered.  

Yup, that worked.  

I shot Max a queasy look, who glanced back at me in confusion before Joe reached over, and took Alex under his arm in a headlock.

"Did you load up the change machine, like I told you?" he asked, grinning because he already suspected the answer.

Alex was squirming under the headlock.  "Uhh, I was going to, but Joo-Eun and Max came and I couldn't very well go and ignore her in her time of crisis." he sheepishly answered.

Joe ruffled the baby soft hair, causing Alex to yelp and mutter about his ruined hair-do.  "Joo-Eun, would you mind loading up the machine for me?" he asked, glancing my way.

I instantly perked up, forgetting about my keychain as Joe smiled at me with his perfect white pearly teeth.  

"Sure thing, boss!"  I perkily saluted him, stepping on Alex's foot as he pretended to gag from the way I was making googoo eyes with Joe.

Joe grinned gratefully at me.  

"Great!  I'll be needing Alex," he pinched Alex's puny muscles " and his good, strong muscles to help me unload all the stuff from the back."  he added, causing Alex to groan.  

He turned to Max, wiggling his eyebrows.  "You coming too, Max?  Mi-Hyun dropped off some new magazines for you this morning."

Max immediately nodded his head like a happy puppy dog who was just offered a gold-plated bone.  "Coming Joe, boss, ma’am, sir!"

Alex silently pleaded with me to save him from the back breaking labor as he was carted off with Joe and Max.  

I just grinned and pulled down my bottom eyelid of my right eye and stuck out my tongue at him.  He pouted and shook his fist at me.  

Joe noticed and put an arm around his shoulders.

"There, there Alex.  I promise I'll give you the lightest boxes to carry." he promised with a chuckle.

Alex just folded his arms and grumbled before they disappeared in the back room.

I went behind the counter and grabbed a couple rolls of coins from the safe before heading over to the change machine at the other end of the room.  I slowly made my way there, fondly touching my favorite game machines and nodding towards the casual customers I recognized.  

When I finally got to the end to the end of the room, all peachy happy, I spotted a familiar person kicking at the poor change machine.

I eyed the moron who immediately started to jump up and down and holding his fist, regretting punching the machine.  

Oh yeah, I knew this idiot.  

How could I not, when he's only been the bane of my existence for as long as I could remember.  

With his perfect little pieces of silky dark hair, dark cool eyes, heart shaped red lips, flawless pale complexion, strong jaw line, and right down to his perfect perky nose, I hated him with a passion.  Right up to the day I croak over myself and die, Jung Yongjoon will forever remain my enemy.

Why am I hating on an obviously pretty good-looking guy, you ask?

Simple as this.  

He's always tried to take away my number one spot as video game champion.

Yeah, yeah what a sad excuse to hate someone so hot.  I know.

Might I remind you yet again that my life is horribly average.  Don't expect some drama like he once broke my heart and went for my hotter, more sophisticated twin sister or some junk like that.