"So... how are you feeling?" I asked.

"My forehead is pounding." She replied.

Her hair looked so soft, I thought. I immediately ignored that thought, and I realized that her cut on her head needed to be cleaned with peroxide and covered. I lightly moved her hair, and accadentally brushed her cheek. I quickly took my hand back as if she was glass and I was afraid of breaking her. I pushed her hair back again to look at her forehead. Her head looked bad.

"We should clean it out. I'll be right back." I decided, and got up. I grabbed an old towel, and on my way back I picked up the peroxide and paper towel from the table. I put the towel on my lap. "Put your head on my lap, so we don't get the peroxide everywhere."

She nodded, and did so. As she put her head on my lap, my phone rang. "Just a sec." I answered the phone.

"Hey Hunter."

"Hey man. So what's up with Kat? Is she okay?"

"Yeah dude, she's doing ok. She's right here, because I'm about to clean out the wound on her head."

"OooooOOooooo! Are you two locking eyes, about to kiss?"

"Hunter--"

"Because you know you want to."

"For the LAST TIME! I DO NOT LOVE HER, OR EVEN LIKE HER! YOU'RE LOOKING AT THINGS OUT OF CONTEXT!" I yelled. Then, realizing what it just sounded like I said, I looked at Kat quickly. She was staring at me, with a hurt expression on her face. She began to get up and limp over to the front door. I quickly hung up and followed her.

"Yo-you don't understand Kat. That's not what I meant at all." I told her, getting no response. I stepped in front of her, and she ran straight into my chest. I put my arms around her, holding her tight. "Please, let me exp--" She pushed away from me with so much force that she started to fall. But I grabbed a hold of her wrist before she landed. She smacked my hand away. "You... you jerk," she began, not even facing me. "I thought you were a nice guy. You made me believe that you cared about me. But it was to clear your conscience, wasn't it? So you didn't bear any guilt? Well, I TOLD you that I didn't want to be a bother, but YOU insisted. I'd RATHER starve to death than have to live with a jerk like you!" She turned to face me, and I saw how tear-stained her face was. But what she said really hurt me.

"Kat, ple--"

"--Don't call me Kat. Only my friends call me that." She interrupted, and she walked past me, and out the door.