The water finally felt cool as it ran over my skin. I was leaning over the sink and starting to lose the feeling in my arm when his voice rang through the hallway. Derek walked into the kitchen carrying a plate with bread and sausage. On his plate was an empty ketchup bottle. I looked back to the sink so I could pretend to ignore him, but he saw me anyway.
''We're all out of ketchup. So I thought I'd help and bring some out. Figured I'd make myself useful since you're apparently injured.'' His voice was anything but kind. I could feel the slimness of his attitude covering the room.
''I don't need the help.'' I know that's technically rude to say, but he would never be nice for nothing.
''I don't mind. You can always return the favor after. I'm sure I can think of something for you to
