Handcuffed Rivals

22

„Nick's having a party again on Friday." Greg sat next to King and I, having the conversation mostly to himself since King happened to be deep in thought for some reason unknown to the both of us and I didn't feel like talking to him.

 For a second there, I kinda felt sorry for the guy but at the end of a day, you choose your own friends. If he happened to be in my team, I would never ignore him, just saying.

„Yes! I wanna drink!" I let myself lean against my uncuffed hand and share a look of comprehension with Greg. We both wanted to crush that party and it was pretty obvious.
King sat between us, just nodded and looked at the front „After the match, maybe."

My eyebrows knitted as a frown made it's way onto my face „A what?" Didn't I hear that word somewhere before? They didn't took notice of me or my useless question, just had a silent glare talk and I happened to not be invited.

 The doorbell rang just half a minute after that 'we don't talk about it thing in front of Bea' and the tension flew out of the window. We gathered our stuff, me mentally preparing for another one of Kings subjects of interest.

„What now?" Greg left us in a hallway and it was just the two of us again, unfortunately, as he started to make his way the opposite of what I thought we should be going. „Mm, dickhead? I know you're stupid and all but I don't think that's the way we're supposed to-„

„Shut it!" I could only see his back, not an ounce of skin or face to detect if there was a slight annoyance in his tone or was it just me being over the edge. My hand was in the air in height with my nose as he pulled on it like a car to it's additional wagon.

„Don't tell me what I think you're about to tell me." the need to be dramatic circulated my veins wherever my soul stepped into and seeing the mirrors, one by one, glued to the grey wall meant only one thing „You have to pee?"

He didn't say anything, just walked past the urinales making me angrier with evey silent beat of a watch that striked on my wrist „You're pooping on school grounds? Eeew!" I couldn't believe my eyes. I didn't want to believe my eyes.

 He laughed at my failed attempt to remain calm when he noticed me catching deep breaths in the air like I do when I'm attending yoga classes, but the storm whitin me just couldn't pass up „Got a problem with that?"

Did I? Did I? What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I did! My skin rashed from outrage as soon as my brain realised what he was doing, and I could feel myself begining to panic „I'm not doing that with you! No, this is too intimidate."

He opened the stall completely unbothered by my tongue and turned his head slightly on the right matching my height „Afraid, drama queen?" he mocked.

„I'm not afraid, I'm-„ I was trying to find the right words underneath that stupid, enlogated gaze that wouldn't turn away. He was the type of person when you look them in the eye, you feel shy by saying the most bizzare things.

„You're?" and he waited just as paitently and just as I expected him to do.

„Sickened, disgusted, you name it!" he took it as a compliment rather then something offensive „It's a natural human thing and we're chained for another twelve days, you'll have to deal with it."

I felt like a kid when your mum tells you it's okay to fart at home but not in the class full of other kids who are at that age where those kind of things make you a laughing stock.

 I mean, it did sound sane and levelheaded but it felt too personal for us, especially when we couldn't even tell that 'us' word without having the need to stress out that it's just an expression and that nothing of that sorts could ever be refeared to us.