Ah-ya
One night, at a Karaoke/Restaurant:
Is that Scot? With another girl? A guy is hitting on me, but I'm not listening.
"I'm sorry," I say through gritted teeth, rising as I slam the table. "THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND'S SOON-TO-BE-EX-BOYFRIEND!!"
The girl is saying to Scot, "How about one more drink and then we get out of here?"
"Sounds good to me," he replies, smiling at her flirtatiously.
I walk over and slam my palms on the table, louder than the last.
"Whoa, who the hell is this chick?!" "Definitely not the waiter, dude.."
Scot gives me a nasty smile, obviously wasted. "Ah-ya! Ha ha! What's up? I didn't expect you to be here! You should join us!"
I glare at him. "Scot Gan Chang," I say in low, ominous tones. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"Scottie, who is this?" says the girl wearing a skimpy black dress. She has long caramel-brown hair and her lips look like a bee stung them. "She's not your girlfriend, right? You said you didn't have a girlfriend."
Everyone at the table laughs. They all seem intoxicated. Even their laughter is slurred. One of the guys says, "No way! Scot wouldn't be tied down by a relationship!"
Miss Puffy Lips scoots closer to Scot and gazes at me condescendingly. "There's definitely no way this girl is even an option," she says.
"Exactly," Scot agrees in between hiccups. "If I had a girlfriend, she would be worth bragging about. And-you know-be present."
WHAT?! I narrow my eyes at him. "How?! How the hell can you even-!"
"Ah-ya, think about it. She isn't here. She's never met these people. She's never around. She's too busy. Too busy for me. Too busy for you. Do you really think she gives a shit about either of us?
"The answer is she doesn't. If she did, she'd know about what's going on in your life right now. If she did, you wouldn't be here by yourself. I know you well enough too. You don't go to karaoke by yourself unless something is wrong."
No. That's not true. I turn on my heel to leave. Scot, you filthy asshole. He's wrong. He's wrong about Audrey.
"Ah-ya!" he calls out from behind. "You didn't have to leave like that back there. My new friends thought you were a stalker or something."
"Excuse me?!" I snap at him. "That's all you have to say for yourself back there? You CLEARLY had your arm around some girl. What am I supposed to tell Audrey??"
"Audrey wouldn't understand. It's called socializing."
"Socializing? So that's what you're calling this?"
He smirks. "Hey, I can't help it if a hot girl is clearly into me."
"How about I make it easier for you by making you a eunuch myself?!"
"Ha. No need for anything so drastic. Besides, it certainly isn't anything serious. Like I said, Audrey isn't even here."
Scot takes a step toward me. "And anyway, I've been thinking.." He touches my hair. "Girls like Audrey don't suit me after all. You're around, she's not. Maybe we should give it a go instead."
I stare at him. I understand each word individually, but together they make no sense. "What?"
"Are you surprised? We've always gotten along, Ah-ya. And we've known each other longer too. It makes sense."
