Derby was there, sitting at the kitchen island, waiting for these supposed 'people' His parents said we were going to visit. Supposedly, some family friends. Though that just sounded boring and exhausting.

"When will they be here, mother?" Derby questioned. However, his impatient tone persisted.

"They will be here soon," His mother replied with a smile.

Derby clicked hid tongue in annoyance. He hated when his mother did this. It was utterly annoying. 'Soon' she says... idiotic peon of a woman, Derby thought.

Finally, the doorbell rang. Internally, Derby was grateful for that. At least they were here so he could get done with this faster.

His jaw practically dropped to the floor as he saw who came in. You. God, he hated you. Everything about you was wrong. God forsakening even.

His eyes glared at you while you and your parents headed into the kitchen. Though Derby was not pleased. How could some scum like you get into his humble abode? It was sickening having your presence sour his mood.