There's another knock and the door swings opens. "It's me," Drew says letting himself into the room.
"I don't want to see you either."
He sets a plate piled high with pasta and garlic bread on my desk. The smell quickly takes over my room. My stomach rumbles. I finished off the bag of carrots while daydreaming but they weren't enough.
"Where's my ice cream?" I ask not propping my head up to look at the food. If this is his idea of making me give in, he's crazy.
He laughs. "Long day at work. I didn't have time to make it to the store." I scowl at him until he continues. "But I promise I'll bring a pint home tomorrow."
"And what, you decided to eat in front of me as a new form of torture?"
"No. I remember sometimes you're so stubborn you don't realize when you're being ridiculous so I brought you this plate of food."
"I don't want it." I adjust the covers around me and make sure not to look at the plate.
"There goes that stubborn thing I mentioned."