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I shrug. “Can’t I have a bad day?” It’s been two weeks since I last had Adrianna in my bed and it’s driving me insane.
He chuckles. “Yeah, it’s just funny, as you are always being an asshole when I’m in a bad mood. Maybe I should return the favor.”
“Well, you seem to be in an oddly good mood.” I unwrap my meatball sub from the deli up the road and bite into it. “Maybe the universe is fucking with us both.”
He nods. “Perhaps.”
I eat my sub in contemplative silence, which seems to bug Gav as he keeps glancing in my direction. Funny really. He moans when I speak too much and now he’s unnerved by my silence.
“Seriously, what’s the problem, Arch?”
“What? I’m just not in the best of moods.”
“I’m not used to you being so quiet,” he complains.
I shake my head. “I can’t win with you. I’m either chatting too much or too fucking quiet. You can’t have it both ways, can you?”
Gav runs a hand across the back of his neck. “You are right. I’m being as much of an asshole as you usually are.”
“Exactly.” I know that’s his way of apologizing, but I’ve never heard the guy say sorry in his life.
I polish off the rest of my sub in silence and then go to the fridge to grab a can of coke. A dull headache is forming in between my eyes. It’s been like this every day since the argument, perhaps because I drink too much every single night. The only way I might stop myself from making an embarrassing move and turning up at her door is to drown my sorrows in booze.
Perhaps I’m more like my father than I ever realized. He was a drunk, although only after we lost my mom. He loved her, but the guilt he carried for her death drove him deep into despair. After she died in a hit that was intended for him, he became violent and distant.
“Has Oak mentioned dinner to you?”
“Dinner?” I ask, turning to face him.
He nods. “Yeah, him and Eva are going to cook a meal for us Saturday night.”
I shake my head. “No, but I haven’t seen him since yesterday morning.”
“He told me this morning. Are you going to be around?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’ve got nothing better to do.”
“That explains the bad mood, then. Did Adrianna finally kick you to the curb?”
Rage floods through me as he’s being an asshole. “Fuck you.”
“Woah, I think I hit a nerve.”
“You really are being a complete and utter asshole.”
He smirks. “Good, now you know how it feels you might think twice about being one yourself.” He stands and buttons up his jacket. “See you later.”
I watch him as he walks out, my fists clenched. He’s not wrong. Perhaps I shouldn’t be a such an asshole to him when he’s in a bad mood. The difference is he’s in a bad mood at least fifty percent of the time, and I’m practically never in one.
Adrianna has really screwed with me in a big way. I throw the empty coke can in the trash and then head out of the staff room, turning left toward the gym. As I round the corner, my body turns tense.
Adrianna is standing by her locker in the corridor, looking as beautiful as ever.
I watch her for a moment, desperation to break the ice clawing at me, but I just don’t know how to approach her. And then, by a stroke of luck, a bang from inside a nearby classroom startles her, and she drops her bag, the contents spilling across the floor.
I walk over and drop to my knees to collect some items.
When she glances up, our eyes lock, but she doesn’t say a word.
