the worst guy

chapter 2

both of the other girls barged into the kitchen, yelling words that i could not even understand. Marcus and Chance were chasing after them, the girl who asked me what my name was passes by the table and grabs her friend by her arm and says "Naomi, they're taking us to in and out burger, wanna come or do you want to talk to Donald?" she snickered at that last sentence, putting emphasis on my name.

Naomi shook her head no, and said "y'all go have fun. i'm not feeling that good."

the other girl grabbed her friends hand and followed Marcus and Chance out of the exit. we knew they were gone when i heard the front door slam.

Naomi sighs and says, "i guess i have to go now."

"why?" i said quickly, hoping it didn't sound too desperate.

"you probably don't want me here."

"i didn't necessarily say that."
i mean, part of me wanted to be alone. but i didn't want to seem rude.

she shrugs, "well, that party you threw last night was pretty cool."

"what party?"

"wait, you didn't know?"

"obviously i didn't."

before she could say anything else, i said, "did they break anything, steal anything, do anything?"

"i wouldn't know, i hate parties, my friends forced me to come here, i would've walked home but one of your boys said it was too dangerous. it was a quiet party though, which was very ironic. it wasn't even considered a party, everyone was just talking."

"those assholes." i said.

"what do you mean?"

"they never listen to anything i say."

"then why are they your friends?"

"i don't know."

silence.

i looked back at my phone, and checked my twitter again. it was awkward having a girl here. i didn't want to tell her to leave or just leave out of the room. that would be weird. but then again, i am that weird.

she pulled out her phone and hurried and sprinted to her feet.

"oh shit." she exclaimed.

"what happened?" i said, curiously.

she sprinted up and walked to the door,"late for work. again!"

i quickly went after her. "you're gonna walk to work?" i sorta chuckled to myself.

she sighs, "i'm like 10 minutes late already, and i'm probably gonna end up getting fired."

"i'll drive you there, if you want" shrugging my shoulders.

"i couldn't ask you to do that Donald." she said.

"it's the least i can do." i say, grabbing my keys. "let's go."

we hurriedly get into my car. i start up the car, and drives out of the driveway.

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"where do you work?"

"7/11." she said, looking out of the window.

i chuckled.

"what's so funny?" she looked over at me.