The Visit

"So...you've been having a good time, I presume?" Mom was the first to speak, the distaste encased in her voice making me wince. I was ashamed to even look at her --or even dad for that matter-- so I stared down at my lap, skin itching from the gazes casted upon me.

And to make matters worse, even Kasan was staring me down from where he was seated beside me. Despite the fact that my parents caught us in the act, he didn't seem fazed one bit. Rather, the dickhead was finding this entertaining.

"W-We weren't doing anything! I was just..." I waffled between words. "...uh...helping him?" It was more of a question than an answer.

Mom's scowl deepened, Dad didn't move a muscle and Kasan chuckled.

I jabbed him in the rib...hard, but instead of wincing like I hoped, his chuckle only got louder than before. Sending him a ruthless glare from the side of my eyes, I scooted over a bit and grabbed the fluffy pillow beside me, letting it occupy the little space between our bodies. He mumbled a q