Fuck This Guy

In front of us the group stops and mingles while boy-Kim launches into another speech. I'm not listening at all, but I briefly glance around trying to play a game with myself and figure out which of the buildings or statues or street corners he's talking about now.

None of them stand out to me, but then maybe I just don't have Eddie's eye.

And as I glance my eyes rake over the crowd. All of them are looking at boy-Kim and they're close, close enough that the sane and rational thing to do would be to step forward and into the group.

Nothing in the rules that says you have to walk with someone. Most of the group, save for a few errant couples, are standing in one big clump. Stepping into them and away from him would be a guaranteed way to dismiss his interest in me.

Put some distance and make it so that even a whisper could be overheard and Blake, who was now enemy number one of everyone here, would be all on his own.

And I'm about to. I notice the point and then I decide to subject myself to the punishment of having no entertainment save for boy-Kim's lectures and just endure for the remainder of this little tour and I could do it.

I would do it.

But just as I am about to my eyes fall on girl-Kim who is standing off to one side and staring at me. Cold anger in her eyes as she fixates on me, and if looks could kill I'd have been dead before I even noticed her glance.

What is her problem with me? What the fuck did I do to hurt her?

Why does she have it out for me today? And yeah I was late and missed the bus but that was no excuse for her to treat me like a complete asshole and something she could scrape off the bottom of her shoe.

I don't step forward. Stepping forward would mean getting closer to her and instead I stay rooted, which only allows Blake to push a little more.

"And besides I think you like me a little more than you let on," Blake says, eliciting a laugh from me that is met by a protest from him, "Be serious for a minute. I was just publicly mocked and humiliated. Everyone here, especially the girls in the group, doesn't want anything to do with me. Yet here you are right by my side."

Now this I do have an answer for, one that I don't even have to fake a bit.

"Get over yourself and stop looking at the world like you're the center of it," I sneer back, shaking my head dismissively.

"What are you-" he asks, but I cut him off.

"It's nothing to do with you, Blake," I say, "Or at least it's not really about you. It's about what you did and who you did it to. All that I'm doing here is taking the bullet for someone else because just as much as you know me, I know you one hell of a lot more."

"I-" he starts, but again I cut him off.

"Sure Rachel pissed you off, but she also pissed you off. And in doing so she got on your shit list and when someone gets on your shit list you are relentless in your drive to make their life a living hell."

"I would never do anything to a girl," he insists, genuinely hurt I think.

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