I growled in irritation as I roughly washed the thick shampoo lather from my hair. The knock boomed on the door again. I leapt from the shower hastily turning it off as I tried to shove myself into a bathrobe.
“Yeah yeah yeah.” I snapped, hurrying over to the door that I yanked open savagely.
“Hello.” Bryce said calmly holding up what looked suspiciously like a hot fudge sundae.
“What do you want?” I tried snap but couldn’t my eyes kept being pulled as if magnetically to the sundae gripped in his hand. He smiled clearly noting my lack of true resolve and shoved past me into my room. “Bryce I’m not dressed.” I said pathetically. He shrugged
“Doesn’t bother or interest me in the slightest.” He said flopping down onto my bed. “Anyway I come bearing gifts.” he said holding out the sundae.
