I was half-way across the parking lot when they kissed.
Well crap, that changes things.
Why isn’t she pushing him away?
Beats me, let’s go do some math homework.
Hey! No! you’re the one who wanted me to walk over here in the first place!You can’t just abandon me to math now!
Dude, stop talking to yourself.
You’re talking to yourself too!
No, I’m you.
And I’m you!
Confusing…
No kidding.
I sighed and turned away, walking toward my own car: an old 1994 Dodge Colt. My own personal piece of crap. I glowered at Cooper’s 2005 Toyota Corolla, parked five spaces down. What was with jocks having nice cars? What, muscles and looks aren’t enough? They get to have money and nice cars too?
I pulled out of the lot, muttering to myself all the way home.
Life sucks.