The Older We Get

Chapter 82

                "Oh, it's you." He speaks like before curdling my face into a cringe and that hope thing I was talking about to myself before drops below frigid temperatures and gets frozen solid in ice at the sight of this punk, planky and puny, looking at me become immobile.

I want to puke.

"Hello." I try to be nice. "Glad you could make it. You know you're 20 minutes late."

"Yeah, I guess so."

Guess?

"Aha. Were you here a second ago?" I shift and tilt my head.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean did you open the door then slam it or something a few seconds ago?"

"No." He shakes his clueless head and looks out with me to see a few flurries of snow coming down onto the pale grass, this most likely being the last fall of winter and I scan around all of outside but don't see anybody.

Really uncanny.

"Kay." I sort of zone out.

"So can we hurry? I have to leave soon. I don't want to waste too much time." This kid walks on by, talking about time, when he seriously just wasted 20 minutes of mine. Another 30 on the way too just when I realize he doesn't have a bag with him and those ridiculous clothes he had on before are still covering his figure now. "This is a big gym. What do we do first?"

Even when he says something anybody else would it still annoys me.

Fantastic.

"Well first I'd suggest you put on some real workout clothes. Do you have any?"

"If I were a loser." He looks over the place like he's trying to be a young prince or something and examine the commoners quarters which makes me think of how fun it's going to be to skip beginners and go straight to advanced stretching on this jackas$. "You're not a good listener. I already told you I wear suits."

"You really can't do both in one life time?"

"I don't want to." He replies like he just owned me when in reality he's just showing me how much of a gross dude he's turning out to be in life. "I'm not into sports."

"Then why did you sign up for extra classes?" I try to stay calm but practically feel the idea to charge at him occur inside of me when he tilts back his head a bit, smiles, winks and puts his index finger up to his lips before speaking.

"Secret."

Anything.

I'll take anything as long as I get to throw it at this guy.

I feel like a multitude of cockroaches just crawled all over my body.

Seriously, what the heck was that?!

So fake and uncool.

Familiar though.

I've seen that sort of gesture before.

A lot more natural and genuine, plus dreamily done.

Mm...I hate to say it but it reminds me of Chandler.