Chapter 8

Uche smiled when Nick left.

"What?" I asked him.

"Nothing. It's just funny cos his mum wants him to babysit you, Nick doesn't want that."

"I don't need babysitting, I can take care of myself." I said.

"Tell his mum that." He smiled, his hands weren't in his pocket today, he still wore the shirt he had changed into.

Did my aunt really think that I needed that much help? I know I couldn't cook but I could make scrambled eggs, if the were eggs in that kitchen earlier this afternoon, I would have made some eggs.

"Can you carry two?" He asked holding up one of the bags.

"Yes, do I look like I can't?" I asked and took it from him and even though it was surprisingly heavier that it seems when he was holding it.

I looked inside it, it was canned food and ingredients, explained why they where heavy. I carried it, hugging one of the bags and holding the other with my two hands. I already said yes, now I had to carry it. I didn't want him to thin