I'll share my cup with you

Chapter 17

"...I'm just having a little fun!" While I may have only known Camie for maybe two days and known of her for only a few weeks, I am certain the fun to be had was only for her and at the expense of us. "W-who are you texting?" I manage to say to her, she simply smiled and flipped her hair over her shoulder, "I'm just making sure our Mr. Grinch stays up to date on what he's been missing at the party is all." and then she cackled, straight up cackled like she was the funniest bitch on the planet. And honestly, it worked; the fear and anxiety that she was sending pictures and misconstrued videos to Katsuki started to spread through my body and causing the alcohol in my stomach to churn.

"You didn't update me on shit." His voice was aggressive yet so reassuring. Still in his leather jacket and combat boots Kat stood in the doorway of the kitchen, glaring down the blond opposite him. "Oh Kit Kat you made it!" Cami giggled and sidled up next to him, "Don't they look so cute together, they have been practically hanging off each other since I got here!" as she went to drape her arm across Kat's shoulders, he whipped around and grabbed her wrist then flung it back at her, "Again, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about and now it's time for you to get the fuck out of here."

He repositioned himself between Kirishima and I who could only stand there stupefied and bewildered at the events unfolding before our eyes. The bleach blond beauty scoffed at the action then pursed her lips, "Last I heard this is a free country and I can go where I want." "Ya well it now has to be at least 100feet away from me or I could care less." His back was to us but I could see Kat unzip his jacket and pull out a manila envelope and toss it at Camie who caught it with a shocked expression that quickly turned sour, "The fuck is this?" "Papers and registration." she pulled out two paperclipped bundles of paper then her eyes went wide, "You got a restraining order on me!" Now Kat stood tall and I could hear the smirk in his voice, "That's right bitch and I got the bike's title fully transferred to your name so you can't pull it out from under my ass anymore." When Camie's eyebrow's scrunched in confusion, Kat tossed a set of keys at her, which she messily caught. Sticking his hands into is jacket pockets, he now leaned back against the sink edge, "So to put that in simple terms for you bitch, you better get walking or I'm gonna call the cops on your petty ass."

The reality of the situation and the fact that she no longer had the upper hand finally hit her like a freight train, Cami's expression went from genuine bewilderment to instant fury as she aggressively huffed and started shoving the papers and keys back into the envelope then grabbed her puffy white coat to storm out the front door, but before she did Kat called after her, "By the way, it's $350 for the impound cost of your new bike." there was a brief silence then a shrill "UGH!" followed by the the slam of the front door.

Kat turned around to us and pulled the red solo cup out of Kiri's hand and downed the contents before finally acknowledging his best friend and girlfriend staring slack jawed and silent in front of him, "Also you two little shits aren't allowed to have fun without me ever again."

It was now that bright laughter shattered the strangled atmosphere looming in that small apartment kitchen. Kirishima's shoulders shook with his head back as he laughed and Kat smirked his pierced lips at him before his eyes flitted to mine. "Wha-What just happened?" that handsome boy before me shrugged then grabbed a cookie from my plate, "Taking care of things." was all he said.

The night ended quickly after that, most leaving or more so stumbling from the apartment, while the main group of friends lingered around the small kitchen table retelling tales from their long friend group history. As Sero brought up another story of Kami biffing it while carrying a prized newly purchased taco he had been waiting all day for, Kat made eye contact with me in the kitchen and motioned for the balcony. We slipped away for the moment with our jackets, the stark cold winter air combined with the bustle of the city below mimicked my anxious mind along with it's restlessness.