"Here."
He handed me a towel but I ignored it and turned away.
"No."
"You're going to be sick if you don't dry yourself." The towel was still hanging on his hand.
I turned back to him with a glare. "You know what? I'd rather be sick." His hand holding the towel fell to his side. His head was down as if he was able to feel guilt.
"I'm sorry." My eyes widened, shocked from his words. "I'm sorry I said those things. I went of out of line-"
"Sorry?! Sorry doesn't cut out for what you did." I yelled at him but I still tried to keep my composure. This isn't really my territory to begin with.
He raised his head and a scowl grew upon his face. I was taken aback for that. I thought he's finally going to swallow his pride. Guess I was wrong.
"Why? Because you think he'll be good for you?" He
