scene forty-eight - hoodie - year ten

“You don’t have to give it back, Jey. I don’t mind you keeping it, if you like it.”

Why was he making this so damn difficult? They didn’t want to hang out with him. They didn’t want to talk to him. Fuck, they didn’t even want to look at him. Even now, they couldn’t meet his eyes. They didn’t want to. Why couldn’t he just take the fucking hoodie and leave? There was nothing hard about picking up a piece of clothing from a table, carrying it to the door, opening the door, walking through the door and shutting it behind you. Simple! So why couldn’t he just…

ugh. He was so irritating.