Scrum Half

6

7pm.
We had take out from the local Chinese for dinner; chips, mixed vegetables in black bean sauce and some other tofu dish.
Even the way he ate was delightful for me to witness. Small droplets of grease hanging to the corners of his mouth, he continued to chew on a couple of chips, jawline prominent, dimples showing.
After my second bite of tofu, a sickening feeling rushed over me. I felt nauseous and all I could do was swallow the mouthful and sit there with an almost full plate of food in front of me.
Jenna.
There was a knock at the door and within a few seconds Matthew went to answer. It was her. Jenna, and her friend Max who lived a short walk down the road.
I sauntered to the door, head poking above Matthew's shoulder, his arm resting on the door frame.
"What is it Jenna?" I said with annoyance in my tone.
"Calm down. How's your date going then?"
What a cliche thing to say, straight out of the textbook Jenna. My lust for Matthew quickly subsided as I was caught with utter repulse by the girl stood in front of me.
"Here, freshly made." She said, passing a brown paper bag into Matthew's arms. "They're vegan, so Olive can have some."
How did she know anything about his family, I knew him better than anyone? Well I thought I did.
Maxine's car was honking at the end of the drive, and with that Jenna smiled, turned around, and jogged back over to the Silver 4x4 Max was waiting in.
His face: red. He looked flustered from the event that had just happened.
Fucking hate Jenna.