Why is my neighbor in my house?

Yeah, that was worded correctly. Apparently he got locked out and now my mom invited him in, the same guy she accused for stealing our shit. Now that I met him, I think maybe he's not as bad as everyone seems to play him. Isn't that the worst part about ourselves? That we always seem to judge by the police reports instead of the person itself, based on circumstances of course.

Anyway, he's sitting in this chair while my mother is making hot chocolate for him, and I'm standing there awkwardly and saying, " I'm not a very good host, so.. if you're bored I guess you can just tell me and I'll.. Figure something out." And I shuffled my feet and stood their awkwardly while my mother was mouthing to me, ' Watch him, he steals!' What a insult, right?

Today I prevented a fight from happening, but it put me in a pretty bad mind set. This kid keeps offending me and I don't like how he talks to me. I'm his friend, but he just doesn't understand.

I hate people.