Eleanor: I know you’re not talking to me, I was nothing but polite.
Griffin: Ok ok, rude might be the wrong word.
Griffin:But you definitely weren’t welcoming.
David: Bro I tried, she did NOT get me :(
Eleanor: I asked her so many questions about herself, so again, I know you’re not talking to me.
Jack: Maybe we weren’t the problem.
Griffin: The fuck does that mean?
Jack: Don’t make me put it in the group chat.
Ripping my phone off its charger, I call Jack, so angry my skin is crawling.
“Hello?”
Like he doesn’t know who’s calling him. I might hit him.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
He heaves a heavy sigh, but doesn’t respond.
“Hello? Jackass? I asked you a question.”
“I don’t have a problem, Griffin.”
“Acutally, you clearly do.”
After another beat of silence, he says, “It’s not necessarily a problem, I just don’t think you and Katie should be together.”
“Why don’t you like Katie?” I bark out accusingly.
“I never said I don’t like Katie, I just don’t like her for you. I actually don’t even thinkyoulike her. And I definitely don’t like her for Friday nights. That was the worst.”
“It was the worst because you guys wouldn’t give it a fair shot,” I grumble, ignoring his insinuation about my feelings. Anger flaring again, I continue, “And what the hell was that with Eleanor? Since when have you guys been so close?”
“Since I was the only one she actually talked to for the last two years, don’t start with me there,” he says with a sharpness to his tone that has me physically recoiling from my phone. “Let’s not get into why I’m the one who’s close with Eleanor instead of you.”
“Is there something going on between you?” I blurt out before I can stop myself. “You sure seemed touchy-feely.”
His sigh this time is much more exasperated.
“No idiot, nothing is ‘going on’between us.”
“Then why was your hand on her knee?”
“Why were you focused on that instead of your girlfriend?”
Damn, he got me there.
“I don’t know, it was just weird.” It comes out muffled as I drag my hand down my face.
“Tonight was hard for her too, Griffin,” he says, not necessarily angrily, but not friendly either.
Protective. That’s the word.
