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“Oh, umm…I’m sorry, I feel like an idiot but I can’t remember what your name is,” Camie apologized and shifted on her feet. It’s one of her tells. She’s uncomfortable but I’m not sure if it’s because she’s trying to come up with a non-profane way of telling this guy to fuck off for having the balls to hit on her with such a cheesy line, or if it’s simply due to the fact that not remembering his name and admitting it was embarrassing.
“It’s cool. Oh, not my name, obviously, but that you can’t remember,” Jesus, dude…what did you do, get your game from reading Come On Lines for Dummies? Add douche to my previous findings on this guy. “My name’s Sc—”
“Scott! Yeah, now I remember…sorry. Um, these are my friends, Kate and Jeff,” Camie said, introducing Katy and me and I have to say, I’m a bit disappointed in her. It wouldn’t have killed her to bow or curtsy just a little.
“Hey, yeah, I remember seeing you guys at the bowling alley a couple months ago. Good to meet you guys. So, where’s your boyfriend tonight?”
That was when I took a really good look at him.
The guy is either a moron or he’s got a death wish. Either way he’s psychotic because sane guys don’t hit on a girl who they know has a boyfriend like Tristan. Guys like him, my self included, make it absolutely clear that we wouldn’t have the slightest qualm about pulling a Hannibal Lector on anyone—meaning all potential predators, which means all guys—who even hint at wanting a piece of our girlfriends’ asses.
Camie shifted again and then her features took on a rebellious quality that I had to admire, although I did find it the slightest bit amusing that she didn’t come right out and say they aren’t together anymore. I’m guessing she’s not one hundred percent sure she likes this guy sniffing at her heels so she’s leaving herself the easy out. “At the moment, I don’t know, nor do I care.”
“Huh. I guess it sucks to be him then.”
Yep, he wants a piece. Tristan would string this pork-sword up by his scrot for all the world to see while he drank a bottle of Chianti and ate his heart in two seconds flat, and then he’d have his nads for dessert like after dinner mints.
I was about to intervene when I caught Katy grinning to herself while she watched them and it all of sudden occurred to me; I don’t give a fuck if Tristan’s ex is being flirted with, badly as it is. Camie seemed fine and I’ve seen the chick cut people into tiny pieces with her razor-like tongue so if she wants this guy to take a hike, she can tell him herself.
I didn’t expect her to take a hike with him though.
I don’t know how she knew the instant he showed up, but when Tristan walked in the front door following Mike and Justin, Camie’s head snapped around and when she saw him, she freaked.
“ Oh shit! I gotta get outta here! Oh for the love of all that is holy , there has got to be an escape route out of here…” she yammered, wildly looking around for an exit.
“Come on…I got ya covered,” the dickcheese said, making Camie duck at the same time he threw his letterman’s jacket over her shoulders like camouflage, and then he hauled her off towards the backyard.
“Uh-oh…do you think we should go with them? I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to let her just go like that, I mean, we don’t know that guy from Adam…he could be a serial killer or something, you know?” Katy asked. And I heard her, I did, but right then I was too busy to care what happened to Camie. I was fully engrossed with telling my ex-best friend with my eyes that it was high time he and I had a little chat outside.
I couldn’t even think past my rage when his response to my challenge was raising his arms to his sides like he was saying, “I’m right here…come and get me, you fuck.”
Let’s get ready to RUUMMMMBLLLE! ~ Brandon
From my vantage point on the small platform stage we’d set up in
“Oh, umm…I’m sorry, I feel like an idiot but I can’t remember what your name is,” Camie apologized and shifted on her feet. It’s one of her tells. She’s uncomfortable but I’m not sure if it’s because she’s trying to come up with a non-profane way of telling this guy to fuck off for having the balls to hit on her with such a cheesy line, or if it’s simply due to the fact that not remembering his name and admitting it was embarrassing.
“It’s cool. Oh, not my name, obviously, but that you can’t remember,” Jesus, dude…what did you do, get your game from reading Come On Lines for Dummies? Add douche to my previous findings on this guy. “My name’s Sc—”
“Scott! Yeah, now I remember…sorry. Um, these are my friends, Kate and Jeff,” Camie said, introducing Katy and me and I have to say, I’m a bit disappointed in her. It wouldn’t have killed her to bow or curtsy just a little.
“Hey, yeah, I remember seeing you guys at the bowling alley a couple months ago. Good to meet you guys. So, where’s your boyfriend tonight?”
That was when I took a really good look at him.
The guy is either a moron or he’s got a death wish. Either way he’s psychotic because sane guys don’t hit on a girl who they know has a boyfriend like Tristan. Guys like him, my self included, make it absolutely clear that we wouldn’t have the slightest qualm about pulling a Hannibal Lector on anyone—meaning all potential predators, which means all guys—who even hint at wanting a piece of our girlfriends’ asses.
Camie shifted again and then her features took on a rebellious quality that I had to admire, although I did find it the slightest bit amusing that she didn’t come right out and say they aren’t together anymore. I’m guessing she’s not one hundred percent sure she likes this guy sniffing at her heels so she’s leaving herself the easy out. “At the moment, I don’t know, nor do I care.”
“Huh. I guess it sucks to be him then.”
Yep, he wants a piece. Tristan would string this pork-sword up by his scrot for all the world to see while he drank a bottle of Chianti and ate his heart in two seconds flat, and then he’d have his nads for dessert like after dinner mints.
I was about to intervene when I caught Katy grinning to herself while she watched them and it all of sudden occurred to me; I don’t give a fuck if Tristan’s ex is being flirted with, badly as it is. Camie seemed fine and I’ve seen the chick cut people into tiny pieces with her razor-like tongue so if she wants this guy to take a hike, she can tell him herself.
I didn’t expect her to take a hike with him though.
I don’t know how she knew the instant he showed up, but when Tristan walked in the front door following Mike and Justin, Camie’s head snapped around and when she saw him, she freaked.
“ Oh shit! I gotta get outta here! Oh for the love of all that is holy , there has got to be an escape route out of here…” she yammered, wildly looking around for an exit.
“Come on…I got ya covered,” the dickcheese said, making Camie duck at the same time he threw his letterman’s jacket over her shoulders like camouflage, and then he hauled her off towards the backyard.
“Uh-oh…do you think we should go with them? I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to let her just go like that, I mean, we don’t know that guy from Adam…he could be a serial killer or something, you know?” Katy asked. And I heard her, I did, but right then I was too busy to care what happened to Camie. I was fully engrossed with telling my ex-best friend with my eyes that it was high time he and I had a little chat outside.
I couldn’t even think past my rage when his response to my challenge was raising his arms to his sides like he was saying, “I’m right here…come and get me, you fuck.”
Let’s get ready to RUUMMMMBLLLE! ~ Brandon
From my vantage point on the small platform stage we’d set up in
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