❝"I don't do straight guys," Art said with the kind of confidence Brady had always wanted.
"I am not asking you to do me." He scoffed defensively crossing his arms over his chest.
"Then why are you looking at me like you want me to?"❝
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The argument continues. This time I had lost track of what we had been fighting about. Last night it was over, I was the one who had supposedly bailed on her. This time I couldn't remember if it was over the lunch meeting that had never happened, or it was over how I was being rude to Art.
"I always have to be the one to apologise for your behaviour," Sarah points out as she snaps me back to reality of what we were and still continues to argue about. I continue to nibble on my bottom lip, which already had a crack in it. More than likely from all the times I pick at it.
"Why would you think that? I was talking to you, Art had nothing to do with it, so why would you have to apologise for me when I don't need to apologize?" I ask Sarah, adding, once again, more damage than I should have.
"Because you have zero social skills and I have to suffer for it." Sarah starts to tell me as our eyes meet for a few seconds as I mentally argue with myself. She smacked my hand away when I went to pick at my lip, which in turn made me sigh.
"I never asked you to have social skills for me." I huffed as I adjusted the strap to my backpack; trying to get rid of the nervous energy that was building up inside me by playing with the straps which only further annoyed Sarah. Knowing that the sweet release from another pointless argument would come when the second bell of the day rang for what would be art class. The only class I actually enjoyed.
"It's always like this? I say something, and somehow you turn around so it's about you," Sarah tells me in a venomous voice as she glared at me, letting me know that she had just said something she knew I wouldn't be able to defend myself with.
"Well now you're just not true," I tell Sarah knowing that I can't defend myself but doing it anyway. Which would just turn into her taking it up like me 'not taking responsibility for my actions' and anything I say other than the dreaded 'sorry' only adding fuel to the fire that was already burning. I bet Superman did not have to deal with this humbug. "Never mind. I don't want to fight about this," I add trying to avoid anything else that would make her go off.
"Why do you think we're always fighting, when we're talking?" Sarah asks.
I mentally argue with myself as to what to say next, "I did not know talking required a lot of screaming and hand gestures." I whispered to myself under my voice as the bell sounded announcing for everybody to get back to class.
"What did you just say?" Sarah put her hands on her hips as she did the little sassy headache she always did when she was getting riled up.
"Nothing, I have to get to class," Pointing in the direction of nowhere as my fingers threaded through my backpack loops. "Can we talk about this later?"
"Whatever," Sarah said as she turned on her heels and walked away, it was slightly awkward when I had to follow after because my next class was in the direction she was walking.
