Rick is still angry, and Rina is quiet and withdrawn. Celine is still holding the bag of ice to her injured nose, not wanting to draw attention to herself and the injury. Everything is tense and quiet, and they all make their way into the house, carrying the silent tension with them.

Regan locks the door behind them as everyone enters in, "So what happen!" She stared

"Mom it's a long story, just follow me to the living room." Rina pulled her mother's hand.

Celine moves the ice bag up to hold it over her nose realizing that the ice has melted.

Rick speaks in an assertive deep tone, catching her off-guard.

"This would've of never happened if you weren't there." His voice low.

I was surprised and confused as Rick spoke to me in a deep and intimidating tone, his body language as he took a few steps towards me. I didn't understand what was going on or why he was being so aggressive. I was already feeling a bit off balance after my encounter with him earlier, and now, my heart rate seemed to speed up at the thought of engaging in any kind of confrontation with him again. I just stared back at him, not knowing what to say or do.

"Why do you never fucking mind your business." He stared

"Mind my business? You guys were causing a scene in the hallway attracting everyone." I replied back.

"Should've of fucking ignored it."

And miss a fight?

No way.

"And Now your nose is fucked up— that's what happens when you don't mind your business Kinsley." His fists clenches beside him.

"Wait so now this is my fault!?" I glared 

"You should've of never came here."  Rick glared at me, seething with anger as he rushed upstairs to his room, shutting the door behind him.

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I was quietly doing my homework from Mr. Williams downstairs at the dining table, focusing on the task at hand. I was trying to put my recent encounter with Rick out of my mind and not let it distract me from my work.

But then suddenly, my phone rang with a call from an unfamiliar number, breaking my focus.

Who is this?

Picking up my phone I answered the incoming phone call, "hello?" I spoke

"Celine!" Kennedy says on the other end.

PHONE CALL

KENNEDY: "Are you okay!?"

CELINE: "yeah! I'm doing fine."

KENNEDY: "Oh good, I was worried, how is everyone else holding up?"  

CELINE: "Well i guess everyone is fine, besides Rick— he is mad at me right now, he claims that it was my fault that I got punched in my nose and I should've of mind my business." I told the girl

KENNEDY: "bitch! Your fault!? How!? Everyone was in the hallway watching it, I don't know girlfriend but it sounds like he was worried and upset that you gotten hurt."

CELINE : "oh please he doesn't give a fuck about me Kennedy and besides I don't care if he does because I hate him so much, he blames everything on me and has been being rude to me ever since I've gotten here— he also said I should've of never came here! Like who the fuck says that to someone!" I said furiously

KENNEDY: "I don't know—Maybe he's hurt too." she says

CELINE: "Hurt about what?"..

KENNEDY: "Because—

I quickly hung up the phone once I heard footsteps approaching.

I saw Rick emerge into the kitchen as I was still sitting behind the dining table. He was walking over to the sink, unwrapping the bandage on his hand. I quickly hid my phone and begin reading my homework paper as I tried to stay as quiet as possible.

I glance up at Rick multiple times as he washed his bloody wounded hand with water, his other veiny hand were laid against the counter and I could see the bruised knuckles on his hands from his fight, and I had to admit that his hands were quite attractive. But my attention was also drawn to an angry scar on his back.

I continued to stare at his scar, not realizing that he had turned around until he spoke.
"Kinsley." he said

He had a slight raise of his eyebrow, and I felt my face heat up slightly as I realized that he had caught me staring. I quickly looked down at my homework.

"Did You said something?" I snapped out of my thoughts

Silence..

"Is that Mr.Williams work
hm?" he asked

"Yes, it's due next week." I said looking back down at my paper.

"Fuck." He mumbled

I was watching Rick closely as he washed his hands and cursed under his breath. I was drawn to his every movement, and I couldn't help but notice every detail. I was intrigued by the slight raise of his eyebrow a little while ago, but I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself. So, after some hesitation, I decided to break the silence and spoke again.

"Do you have some hydrogen peroxide?"

Rick turned around and straightened his back again against the counter. He gave me a hard look and just said "What?" in a blunt and direct way. his tone was sharp as I could feel his gaze intense on me as he waited for my answer.

I cleared my throat before speaking
"I said do you have some Hydrogen Peroxide."

"Fuck no." He says

"What?" I replied

"I'm not using that, that shit stings."

"I know but— It will clean it good so it won't get infected." I chuckled nervously.

"I said no."
his tone demanding.

"If you say so,"

"Pussy."

Rick stares at me with his eyebrow raise. He walks forward with an assertive tone. his body language threatening even though we're inside a home.

"The fuck you say?" Rick says, advancing towards me with his body language threatening.

"I said,"

"Pussy." I repeated again

Fuck Kinsley!

Rick keeps his eyes locked on mine as I stare back at him, challenging his dominance. I can see his eyes flicker with his rage, and he doesn't seem at all impressed with my attitude.

He keeps his cool, but there's a simmering tension as he finally says,
"Go get the fucking Peroxide."