(Kyle)
It’s the most dreadful day of the week; Friday. I’m not looking forward to practicing a play about a mushy couple –with Malory Lloyd. In fact, I’m not looking forward to doing anything with Malory Lloyd.
I’m just not in the mood.
I don’t anticipate bumping into ass-jack Adrien, either, but I do, and both our trays full of food tumble to the ground.
I sigh.
Is the universe entirely against me?
“What the fuck, man?!” Adrien exclaims, startled.
“You’re not dead,” I say, obliviously.
He bends to pick up a napkin that fell and uses it to pick up his burger lying flat on the floor split open in two. He groans, standing and looking at me, annoyed. “Seriously, do you have to be such a prick?”
“Do you have to be such a clumsy narcissistic cunt?” I ask, before I can stop myself.
“Kyle!” Malory yells, approaching us with Olivia and Ron beside her.
“What?”
“Why don’t you try not being a jerk for once?”
“Why don’t you try taking your birth certificate back to the condom factory and telling them there was a mistake with their written apology?”
She raises her voice. “Why don’t you try shoving your bullshit insults up your a-”
“-Language, Malory,” interjects Olivia.
“BUT OLIVIA HE’S BEING AN A-”
“-STOP IT!” Ron cuts her off, too.
Damn.
Ron’s tone surprises me. He’s usually so reserved in these situations.
Everyone turns to him. I guess we were all pretty shocked.
“All of you are being pathetic and immature and I think I just lost half my brain cells listening to you,” he says. “I’m going to find myself a table to eat my lunch in peace. When you guys sort this out then come and find me. I’m not standing here to watch. I’m hungry.”
He walks away.
Malory and I glare at each other. We don’t exchange words. Olivia slowly pulls Adrien away. Malory and I are the only ones left, soaking in tension.
I bend to clean up my bit of the mess. I mutter. “God, you guys are repulsive.”
“Are you really that disgusted by him?” she asks, watching me. “What’s he ever done to you? You don’t even know him!” She scoffs and storms off, muttering, “So childish!”
I pause from cleaning.
Childish. Right.
Why am I so disgusted?
Why is that such a hard question for me to answer?
I watch her leave and go back to cleaning.