The Art of Hatred

Chapter 5 - The Encounter

I've always liked how this school is in the city cause after school (or during depending on if you're one of those pothead kids who smoke weed in their car or at the shut down factory during lunch then have the munchies and go out to eat during 5th period) there's like a million different places to eat right next to you. I finally get to In-and-Out Burger and walk in. I get in line and deal with the usual glaring and sharpening of knives around me since this entire city has somehow discovered how big of a piece of shit I am. I order a double patty cheese burger, a large thing of fries, an extra large soda, and a chocolate malt because I'm a fucking fat ass. And as Louis CK says, "The meal is not over when I'm full. The meal is over when I hate myself." Once I get my food from the glaring worker whose extra pissed cause I ordered way too much for myself I carry my tray of pure fat to a table and start to pig out.

I suddenly hear a friendly, southern voice say, "Hey, can I sit here?" Now, when most people walk up to me and say 'Hey, can I sit here?' they're usually trying to poison me or pour my limeade onto my head or something shitty like that so I'm pretty suspicious. I look across the table to see an unfamiliar girl looking at me. Unsure as to whether or not she was plotting something I respond with, "Um...well then." No fucking joke. I actually say that. I said it with a "deer caught in the headlights of love" kinda look. I immediately regret saying this afterwards however the girl just sorta shrugs it off, takes my fries and says "Hope you don't mind but I don't really care cause you have a shit ton of food." We just awkwardly eat in silence while the entire restaurant looks completely confused as to what's going on at us. I suddenly see Jim in his car driving to In-and-Out Burger. In complete shock and terror I say, "Fuckityshitfuck. MynameisMattanditwasnicemeetingyouandhopfullyI'llseeyouagainsometimebutI'veseriouslygottogetgoingsobye." I dash out of the place leaving behind all my food.

The girl who's name she never got to reveal just watched as the short teenage boy named Matt ran like a criminal on the run from what looked like his uncle. She continued watching as Matt accidently slipped on his pair of Heelies and started rolling down the hill with his uncle chasing him at a surprisingly fast pace for a man of his age. She finally stopped watching once she saw Matt try to run only to get tackled, picked up (with his legs aggressively thrashing around), and thrown into the car by his enraged uncle. After watching the situation of the strange boy unfold she noticed that the chocolate malt was starting to melt and though she wasn't a big fan of chocolate she was a big fan of free food so she got up and got an unused straw for the mault as Matt and his uncle drove off.