[chapter three]
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Brendan and I decided to remain friends.
And to put our past relationship behind us so we can work together and hang out together without killing each other.
I was impressed with the maturity we both exhibited while we decided this.
Clearly, maturity is about to go out the window.
Brendan and I are sitting outside his coach, trying to talk about "safe" topics and killing time until it's time for him to throw on his firesuit and head for the garages.
So, who walks by?
Junior.
He says hi to Brendan, we introduce ourselves, smile and make small talk. No big deal.
Junior walks away with a wave and Bren FREAKS.OUT.
Totally out.
I know that look on his face, and so I'm all like "What? WHAT?"
Bren's face gets all red and he's glaring in the direction Junior was walking. "He just cruised you!"
"He did not." I retorted. "Your brain is fried."
"He did! He cruised you!"
"Well, frankly, I'm not surprised. I'm quite the babe." I say with total sarcasm, which just makes Bren's face turn from a tomato-y red to a full-on fuschia.
"I don't want him cruising you! Especially with me right here! Jeez!"
I take a step back and assess this interesting development. "We're broken up. You don't like me. I don't like you. And I get cruised A LOT, I'll have you know." I say in my snootiest voice.
I mean, okay, I'm not a babe, but he could at least pretend like I'm alright-looking even if he is the EX-boyfriend.
I'm not Quasimodo or anything, jeez!
So we snip back and forth a few times and I decide I've had enough of this. I stand up and flip my hair over my shoulder and announce that I'm going to go talk to Junior and convince him he should buy me dinner tonight.
This turns Brendan into sort of a scary looking maroon color, but he covers it well. "How are you going to do that?" He asks sarcastically.
"I'm going to charm him with my feminile wiles." I said prettily, batting my eyelashes.
Brendan stares at my chest and raises an eyebrow. "What, both of them?"
Naturally, I flipped him the bird over my shoulder as I stormed away.
He infuriates me.
INFURIATES ME!
Sidebar: I'm not all hot and heavy for Junior or anything, but he seems friendly and fun to talk to. Hence the dinner decision. Mostly I threw that out to piss of B., but dinner would be awfully nice after this craptastic week. Yes.