A Match Made in Hell

16

One month.

It's been over 30 days since we started dating, perhaps almost 2 months.

A large group of people, all of our friends are sitting here on one long table, laughing, joking and drinking.

I pull out my phone to check the time,

December 31st, 11:34 P.M, it read.

An hour and a half left for 2023.

I glance up and drag a hand down my face, excusing myself to use the restroom.

I hear footsteps behind me, as if someone is following me.

I don't turn around, I make my way to the bathroom pretending like I didn't hear a thing.

I try to shut the door behind me but someone pushes it and makes their way in.

It's clay.

Of course it's clay.

But it's not just clay,

It's literally everyone.

Karl walks in after him with a tipsy George on his shoulder, Alex and punz following them.

I furrow my eyebrows, "what?"

"What 'What?'" Clay claps his hands together.

"Can I not shit in peace anymore?" I roll my eyes.

"If you were actually planning on taking a dump in a public restroom I'm never letting you in my house again." Karl says as he snatches the bottle of beer from George's hand, taking a big sip.

Quackity laughs at his comment and nudges Luke(who is on his phone)'s shoulder.

I scoff and slide down the wall, sitting on the floor.

Clay takes a seat right next to me, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. "You know what's funny?" He mutters with the cigarette in his mouth.

"What?" I laugh at him.

"Literally nothing." He shrugs. "Life sucks right now, that's what's funny." He inhales the smoke.

"What the fuck?" Luke scoffs.

"That was." Alex blinks, "lame." He laughs.

"I didn't find that funny." I rolled my eyes. "It made no fucking sense."

"Let him be, he's high." Karl whispers.

Suddenly, we all turn around as we hear a door open behind us. A random man with facial hair gets out of a stall, a frightened look on his face.

We all shut up as the man awkwardly washes his hands, shooting us all weird glances.

George cackles, causing Karl to smack the back of his head.

The man looks at Karl up and down judgementally and Karl just awkwardly smiles, clearly uncomfortable.

I get up slowly, "what?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Pardon?" He turns his head to me, his eyes widened in confusion.

"Why-" I scoff, "why are you looking at him like that?" I take a step closer to him and clay stands up from behind me.

"Nothing important, really. Just- uh-" he looks back at Karl again.

"Go on." I nod my head. "I'm listening. Just what?"

"Nothing, man." He puts two hands up in the air, "why are you so mad?"

"I'm just wondering why you're looking at him like that." I conceded. "I don't see anything wrong." I turn to Karl who shakes his head at me, as a 'don't you dare' warning.