Used to be Friends

Chapter 13 - An Almost Friendly Lunch

Chapter 13

An Almost Friendly Lunch

When lunch came from Gordon—who Adrian noticed, winked unsubtly at Thompson—he couldn’t help it when he came down at the food like the hungry teenager that he was. He swore he heard Thompson fake gag at him.

“What?” he asked when he heard it, sipping upwards a string of spaghetti he hadn’t eaten yet.

“Ugh, you’re disgusting,” Thompson said.

“Thanks,” he replied, rolling his eyes and continuing to eat.

“You’re welcome,” Thompson told him. “Seriously, though, have you ever heard of table napkins?”

“Unsurprisingly, that came from you.” Adrian rolled his eyes, knowing how much his former best friend could be a competition to his mom when it comes to personal hygiene. And to continue the conversation, he said, “From all those time we spent together years before you should know by now that I’m not really the cleanest person in the world.”

Thompson looked surprised at that at first. Like he wasn’t expecting him to bring up the memory of both of them years ago unless it was for blackmail or mocking purposes. Adrian felt a chill run in his spine, feeling slightly crept out of himself that he was actually hoping for Thompson’s reaction at what he brought up.

“Yes, well…” Thompson began after his shock was gone. “I can’t argue with that,” he said, pointing out something in his chin.

Adrian’s hand automatically went up and touched it, embarrassment filling him as he realized that there was a long line of spaghetti sauce from his lips to his chin. He quickly wiped it with the back of his—

“What the hell?” Adrian said, the napkin that was thrown at him limply falling down to his hand.

“Use that,” Thompson scolded. “I am not planning on working with a filthy three year old.”

“Hey!” Adrian quickly protested. “I am not that dirty!”

“Really? I heard from rumors you slept with Rebecca Jones,” Thompson retorted. “And in my books—and in the school’s too, anyone who sleeps with Rebecca Jones is considered as dirty as a person with herpes.”

“She’s a good fuck, though.” Adrian shrugged, grabbing and taking a bite from the pizza beside his spaghetti. “I can’t really blame anyone who’d want to sleep with her. Rebecca certainly lives up her reputation as the best fuck the boys from our school will ever have.”

“Again, disgusting,” Thompson said.

“You could try it with her too,” Adrian added. “Maybe she’d turn you straight.”

“Trust me, Tillford,” Lawrence said. “She’d tried that once, I barfed right in her cheerleading uniform.”

“So, that was you!” Adrian almost shouted in realization. “Rebecca threw a fit in front of me and Dean that day! She said that some chewed bacon got in the middle of both of her boobs and she asked Dean to remove it!”

Lawrence scrunched his brows in confusion. “Well, did he?”

“No, he didn’t and thank God for that,” Adrian said, leaning back on his chair and laughing.

“When did this happen? And how I come I didn’t see that?” Lawrence responded, chuckling a little.

“It happened last week, alright?” Adrian said. “It’s only just this week that Dean got to apologize to Rebecca. She rejected him last Tuesday, though, which I just realized was the same day you…got…oh…”