"Do I know him?" he asks, walking further into my room and poking around my desk.
"Megan has the batteries," I say, flatly. "And I'm going somewhere with a friend."
He looks over his shoulder, scratching the back of his neck. "I was just..."
"Mhmm," I pull the article of clothing out of a heap of stuff triumphantly. This'll be [note: imagine the shirt has the star wars logo].
He rushes towards the door, now that he knows he won't find what he's looking for here, but then he stops right before he's really gone. "Wait, what kind of friend?"
"Just a friend." I get up and shoo him out.
"Oh no," he stands firmly. "I want specifics. I want times. I want locations. I need the names and contacts of accomplices. Snapchats."
"I'm going to a party with Suzie." I tap my fingers against the door I'm trying to close.
"The Suzie you just cursed from here to kingdom come on the ride home?" he asks.
"Yes, her," I say.
He looks at me quizzically. I say nothing.
He opens his mouth, closes it, then stares looking even more confused. "I will never understand women."
"Oh so because I'm a woman-"
"Okay, I never said that."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes, yes you did," I say exasperatedly.
"No," he drags it out. "I'm just saying there's a correlation with the way you guys deal with your butt hurt feelings. Us guys will either handle it right then and there or--"
"Complain about it with your guy friends for hours?" I raise my eyebrow.
"...Hmm." He rubs his chin. "Touche, but you're still doing it right now. You should just tell her to buzz off the next time you see her. Not hangout with her like everything's fine."
"That's what this party'll be if she tries anything again. I'm going to go in swinging." I cross my arms.
He busts out laughing. "With what, your spaghetti arms?"
"You better watch your words. I know where you live," I narrow my eyes.
He scoffs. "I know where you live."
I smirk. "I'll send Charlie after you is what I'm saying."
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