Lust

Chapter 7 - Brusque

Chapter 7 - Brusque

         Brusque. The word means rudely or blunt in speech or manner. I've been called this many times in my lifetime. The first time I heard the word was when I fifteen, and Molly's dog had died. She had told me, Tina, and Sarah about her dog's death at the same time. The girls both comforted her. However, I wasn't sympathetic towards her at all.

           "He had it coming," I had pointed out seriously. Molly always told us stories about how her dog, Mark, would chase after any car that passed by their house. Of course his actions would eventually lead him to death. So, when my 'friend' announced him dead I couldn't feel sorry for her. She knew this would happen and she should have prepared herself. I probably sound like a bitch right now, but I'm just telling the truth. She could have prevented his death from happening, by keeping him on a leash, keeping her eyes on him at all times, and more importantly . . . she could have kept him inside.

         Her sobbing ceased and all three girls looked at me weirdly. "You're so brusque, Mia." Sarah snapped. At the time I didn't know the definition of the word so I didn't have a response. The only thing I knew is that I liked how it sounded, and how the word rolled smoothly off her (bitchy) tongue.

"Mia," Tina shouted as she snapped her fingers in my face, "Did you hear anything I just said to you?"

Well, obviously I didn't.

"Nope."

Tina and I are currently in my room binge watching Riverdale on Netflix. I personally wanted to see what all the fuss is about. Every time I scroll through Instagram or any other social media sight. The only thing I see nowadays are people talking about it, and I refuse to be left out.

She rolled her eyes. "Molly and Sarah aren't on speaking terms right now. They both want absolutely nothing to do with each other. I don't know what happened exactly, but I think Molly found out about Sarah and Drake's little get-togethers on Sunday. Mia, this is awful! I want both of them to come to my birthday bash Saturday, but they refuse to come if the other is present."

I mentally scoffed. Finally, they realize what a fucking scam their friendship is, and NOW they want to end it? I don't understand what the big deal is. These bitches have been backstabbing each other since they were in diapers, and NOW they want to make a big deal about it?

"Oh please, it's Molly and Sarah," I scoffed, "They'll be painting each others nail's and singing weak ass pop music together in no time."

Tina huffed, poked out her chest, and pouted her bottom lip.

"It's different this time M," she sighed, "I think that they are both . . . in love with Drake." She whispered the word love, as if she was afraid to say it. The situation was funny as hell, but I held in my laughter. Tina wouldn't appreciate me humoring the situation.

"Oh," I stated simply. I honestly don't give a fuck.

"Mia, I'm stressing out! What do you think I should do! They have to talk to each other again! They're best friends, and they shouldn't let a boy get between them! What should I do!"

She was really giving me a headache. I can't listen to the television and all of her whining at the same time. It's too much to handle.

I groaned, "Start by SHUTTING THE FUCK UP. I'm trying to watch this clingy show that everybody keeps talking about, and you're making it very hard for me to do that."