It's Just Me

6 - The Calm

"-And then that happens." Skye says with a gesture for emphasis.

"That is disgusting. Speaking of which, remind me to bring you to the office." I say, sticking a tater tot in hot sauce.

"Why?"

"Because you never been to the office before, and you'll love it." I pop the hot sauced tater tot in my mouth, making Skye cringe. "What?"

"How can you eat that?"

"I know, the tator tots are pretty soggy-"

"Not the damned potato byproducts! The hot sauce!" Skye exclaims angrily at me. She did this often, complaining about me and my high tolerance tastebuds.

"It's just sweet and bitter! It's not even the good stuff!" I explain loudly, causing Skye to get madder. I huff and purposefully drench another tater tot in the bright red liquid, making Skye scold me with her eyes.

"You put in on everything!"

"Not true, I don't put it on strawberries."

"I fucking hate you."

"And I fucking love you and your dry ass potato cylinders." With a playful eyeroll, the issue is resolved yet again, and we go on to talk about the other shit going on in our lives. We thought that lunch was going to be like every other lunch. It wasn't. Curse us for wanting normality.

"Hey girlssss." I heard a sickly sing song voice greet us in an awful way. Molly sat down next to me, her perfume permeating the air around her, and I was caught in the tacky fragrance cloud. I made no effort to quiet my coughs, and Molly made a disapproving noise.

"What do you want Molly?" Skye asks, and I bite my tongue before a snap out a smart remark.

"You two are invited to my party, Friday night. Nine." Molly bluntly answers.

"No thanks." Skye and I say in unison, surprising her.

"Wait, what?" She asks, confused.

"We don't want to go." I answer. "Plain as that."

"Are... Are you rejecting me?" Molly asks in disbelief.

"Yeah. Pretty much." Skye answers.

"You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink." I add, and I get a glare from Molly and a stifled laugh from Skye.

"I invited you to a party, I am being nice to you, I thought we could be better friends." Molly says with fake sadness.

"Yeah, well, guess what. You have some ulterior motive and we aren't falling for it." Skye shoots at Molly, and Molly's expression turns cruel.

"Fine, you don't wanna go to the party? Then I will just tell your parent's the truth about Casey's." Molly threatens Skye, and Skye's expression grows cold.

"Fine then. Tell them. I am not going to your cluster fuck orgy with drugs and alcohol. You can go fuck off you whiney little bitch." Skye tells off, keeping quiet enough so the lunch monitors don't hear her. Molly stands up and walks away, a scowl and a venomous look in her eyes. Once she was out of sight back at her own lunch table, all of Skye's confidence left her. "Fuck. I didn't think I would have to do this so soon."

"Want me to come with?"

"No, my parent's might taze you or something." That should of been funny, but grim reality set in, and we grew quiet. Nothing but smalltalk and silence.

"We'll get through this." I promise, but Skye doesn't respond.