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Blair pressed her lips together in a tight line, “I am not uptight,” she said, her tone had taken an edge of defensiveness.
“Yeah, sure,” he scoffed, taking another swig of beer, “you’re like the most prissy too-good-for-everyone chick in our batch. That’s really rich coming from you,” he let out a hiccup-y laugh towards the end.
“Shut up, James,” Blair replied, feeling annoyed at both him and herself for agreeing to come out and see him in the first place.
“See, this is why you don’t have a boyfriend,” James continued, “and barely any other friends besides Janet. Geez, I wonder how she puts up with you man. You should be happy I even give you the time of day, instead of-“
He was cut off abruptly by Blair turning to her heel to leave but he quickly grabbed her by the hand.
“Hey, no, okay stop,” he said, sounding apologetic now, “I did not mean it like that okay?” he said, sounding sincere.
“Right,” she replied back, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Sure you didn’t.”
He flashed her his cheeky grin once again, “So what do you say, huh?” he asked, his face leaning in closer again, “how about we ditch this lame party and get out of here?” he proposed, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows at him.
“Oh god, you are disgusting!” she exclaimed at once, freeing her arm away from him and stomping away to go back inside the house. Behind her, she could hear the loud roar of his laughter.
Blair was sufficiently annoyed by this point and wanted nothing more to get back home and forget what happened. The loud music was hurting her head and triggering her migraine. Plus, she did not want to see the face of James again – which she inevitably would if she stayed at the party one moment longer.
“Janet!” she called out, exasperatedly as she finally spotted her best friend – she was surrounded by a bunch of people taking part in a game of beer pong. “Janet!” she said louder when her first one returned un-responded.
“Blair?” she replied as she spotted her, “oh wait guys – I’ll be right back.”
And with that, Janet followed Blair out of the house. Once outside, Blair crossed her arms in front of her and shot her best friend an annoyed look.
“What’s eating you?” Janet asked, raising an eyebrow at her impatient antics.
“Can we leave now?” Blair said bluntly, “Please?” she added once for good measure.
“Why – the party is only started-“she stopped abruptly as she noticed the expression on her best friend’s face; she was practically shooting daggers at her, “Wait, did something happen?” she said, finally catching on.
Blair sighed, “Can we go now? I’ll tell you on the way back home.”
“Okay, let me just get my bag from inside, Bee.”
The rain had stopped its drastic assault and was not only falling in tiny harmless platters on the windscreen of the car as they sped through the highway on their way back home.
“You want to stop and get some burgers on the way?” Janet asked in a feeble attempt to lighten up the atmosphere. Of course, food was the answer to everything for her.
Blair shook her head and reached out her hand to turn up the volume of the car radio, so all noises could be droned out in the background. But Janet reached out and turned it back down.
“Hey – come on now,” she scolded lightly, “If you’re going to be all grumpy on the way back, can you at least tell me what’s wrong?” Janet demanded.
Blair heaved a sigh, “You know – it’s nothing new. Just James - he was being obnoxious,” Blair admitted, her eyes gazing out the window to avoid any possible eye contact.
Janet tightened her grip on the steering wheel enough to cause her knuckles to whiten, “What did he do?” she said, through gritted teeth.
“You know how he is.”
“Tell me, Bee.” Janet insisted, “You know I’m not letting you out of this car until I get it out of you, right?” she threatened lightly but Blair knew she only meant it out of genuine concern.
“It’s stupid - and I know I shouldn’t be affected by it but,” Blair started and then stopped feeling a loss of words. James’ words had stung more than she had liked to admit and she was only realizing that when having to repeat them, “You know? Forget it. He’s a stupid boy and I shouldn’t give it too much attention.”
“Blair,” Janet warned, her voice ringing with a resounding finality. “Tell me.” It sounded more like an order than a request.
“He called he stuck up and a prude,” Blair admitted finally, frustrated at her own reaction to the words.
“Oh - he what? He’s a moron. Don’t let him get to you okay?” Janet sounded considerably angry at this, “I’m sorry I made you go to him – I did not know he would be this way towards you.”
