I sat back down and carried on with my homework. It was boring, but I had to do it at some point. After about an hour of doing homework, I heard some movement behind me, so I turned around and saw the boy trying to sit up. I quickly went to his side and grabbed him to help him sit up straight. He seems like he is in a lot of pain. Without out thinking, words escaped my mouth. 

"Hey, you're awake. Are you still in pain?" I couldn't help but ask. I was really worried since he had so many injuries. I smiled to try and make him feel more at ease and to take the focus off the pain he must be feeling. Since he had been unconcious for a while, I figured that he would be thirsty so I brought him over a cup of tea. Everyone drinks tea, right? As I went to pass it to him, he smacked it out of my hands and the cup shattered with a loud crash onto my floor. 

Hey, that's my cup! You have to pay for that!" I couldn't help but shout. How dare he that around someone else's house! Even though it wasn't that expensive, I still paid money for it! Maybe it was the wrong choice to bring him home. He looked like trouble, but I thought you should never judge a book by it's cover. It's a shame too, I thought he was quite attractive, but it seems like he IS a thug. 

"I'm sorry." When he spoke those words I was shocked. I wasn't expecting something like that. Maybe I thought wrongly about him again? Shocked by the remark,I stayed silent and sort of lost track of what I was d