Arus was cooking and stopped long enough to look at her. "Than we are in agreement on that. I don't like yours either." He says softly. Shyly and the words were nervous because she was beautiful. The nervousness fled when she spoke again. "Your acting like a spoiled child." He says with gritted teeth. He controlled his temper but with each passing statement he really wanted to shove her in a closet. It wasn't his personality it was just she was that damn annoying. He waited until she was done with her tantrum. "Now that your done with your rich girl tantrum I'm going to actually speak." He says softly. Looking at her. "I am cooking us dinner but keep it up and half of it will go into containers for me for the next few days. I don't HAVE to be nice and cook for you as well." He reminds her kindly.<br/><br/>He got annoyed with how he heard her talking to him. "You are so spoiled! Your butler was merely pointing out the same thing I did. You had no reason to go off on me for me making a comment. I didn't deserve your treatment and neither did he or the maids. You act like the world revolves around you." He says. Shaking his head. "For another thing. You know nothing about me. Your parents may not be around a lot or really wanted you but they DID NOT make you feel like shit. They DID NOT treat you like a whore off the street merely because you were born. They still gave you money. They still clothed you. They still fed you. They still kept you in their house. You had it made and you act like its my fault they didn't care enough to tell you I love you. Maybe in their own way they do."<br/><br/>He turned fully and glared at her. "My parents on the other hand hadn't wanted me. Apparently it was my grandmother who wouldn't let them abort me. They made sure I paid for the fact every single minute they were alive. Your parents might not have paid you attention but I wish MINE never had! They were abusive! They were violent! They made sure i knew every waking minute that I was nothing but a mistake. That I was unwanted. That I was worthless and scum. That I was dirt beneath their feet. When they weren't belittling me they were abusing me. Physically and my father even let my mother almost rape me. You think YOU had it bad?! You barely had it hard at all. I had to work since I was thirteen. Begging on the streets before that just to have clothes and food in my mouth."<br/><br/>He turned away from her. "You think you know the worst it could be well you don't. I do. I never had anything even a glance from my parents that wasn't negative. You at least weren't treated like an insect that needed exterminating." He looked at her as he put plates of food for him and her on the table. "My parents tried killing me three times. One time my mother tried to drown me. I was trying to be nice and listen to how you felt and you went off on me for it. So next time I won't try and communicate with you on how you feel about how your parents treat you. Expecially not when you treated me worse than they ever did you." he says.<br/><br/>His tone never once raising the entire time. The glare had been the only sign he was angry. "Dinner is on the table if you want to eat. You treat me like the rest of the people in the school. I was stupid to think a beautiful rich girl could ever be different than everyone else I've ever known. Seems my extremely bad luck works its nego magic once more." He says. Stabbing the food and couldn't even keep the hurt and pain from his voice. "I'm sorry I'm not in your class of importance but to start with aside from the cleaning comment...I actually was trying to be understanding and give you someone to talk to about your feelings. I would have listened."