We Can't Be Friends

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Black coat

(Rhea)

A few seconds turned into a solid minute, and we both stared at each other like we'd already met. Before I reacted, the figure standing behind me snapped the contact between our hands (mine and Thomas').

I flinched and looked at Marcus' face, which was glowing red in the dark atmosphere. He was scowling at the guy who helped me stand, rather than me.

Something's steamy going to happen is what I missed.

A solid minute rolled by their staring competition until Thomas broke the silence, "What a shame, you have wore nothing to your assh*le style!"

Potato fry???!!

My senior smiled noxiously and muttered back, "I just stopped being like you tonight."

"Nice try!" Thomas held his hand to Marcus for a shake. I am sure he's going to dodge it!

Marcus smirked at him, like Thomas was worth nothing. 

"Nice try!" he told it back without falling for the trap.

What the hell is going on?

Thomas dropped his hand thoughtfully, chuckling to himself, and his sharp eyes fell on me.

Shit!

All the music around me gushed into my ears now, and I revived my senses. It felt like I'd been standing between a volcano and lightning.

"I never thought I'd see you with a sober like her. You would always be roaming with drunken lasses to confuse who is the slut amongst you." Thomas politely pricked Marcus' temper.

"Think about me," Marcus said, stepping a foot extra. "Neither did I think you would be alive, but you are."

Did he have everyone around him as a rival?

Both were continuously bombarding each other with insults. I swear to God that I must have listened to Laila in this case. 

At least I would not have wasted my makeup for this party to see such barking dogs like them.

"Cool night and expensive drinks in hand; won't that get spoiled after I see you?" Thomas lifted the fat glass in his hands and narrowed his eyes upon Marcus. 

His eyes hid a verge of rage, and I wonder why. 

There was plenty of innocence left in his voice, while everything else had already turned redder.