“Alright fine then, i was trying to be a little polite, but since that isn’t a problem for you - then i guess we might have fucked” he snapped back, lashing out in a way he wasn’t used to - mainly because he couldn’t hit a girl. “How are you not in the wrong?” he stared at her, mild disbelief riddled on his face. This girl was insane - he should have expected that though. Damn red-heads. “It’s hardly like i begged you to bring me here, and as i recall “what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her” came out of your lips last night”
He ran his hands through his hair again, trying to piece together the mess he’d gotten himself into this time. Shit would hit the fan, and to top it off she was particularly stubborn and starting to annoy him.
“Yeah a real good friend - making a move on a guy her best friend is keen on. Do you even hear yourself? That’s really messed up. I’m a fuck up and i do bad things that hurt people, but at least i’m honest about it. To others and myself” He got up and followed her to the kitchen, venom and bile still in the back of his mouth. “And will you please tell me who the bloody hell Theodore is”
Gretchen arched a brow at the tone of his voice. Usually, from what she could tell, he didn’t let his emotions get the better of him. At least not in front of other people. So his aggressive tone piqued her interest. She laughed then, rolling her eyes at his defense. “Yes, and that’s where you’re supposed to say ‘actually, it could’ and then walk away. A good boyfriend would have. Someone she deserves would have. It’s not my fault you’re just as horrible as the rest of them.”
She pulled some eggs and bacon from the fridge and started cooking up enough breakfast for the both of them, not really caring if he didn’t want any. She’d probably eat it if he didn’t. “Yes, well, it’s not the first time I’ve done it. She gets mad and then we make up and it’s better. I do it for her own good. If she still cares enough about you after learning you’d sleep with another girl then that’s her prerogative, but at least she knows the truth.” She paused for a moment and pulled out some orange juice and poured them both a glass, setting his down near him. “And, for the record, I don’t sleep with them. Usually I’m not that drunk either. I don’t approve of drinking. But I knew that if I was going to have to flirt with a sleazeball, I would need to have a few to drink before.”
Gretchen made a face before turning back to the task at hand. She didn’t really want to talk about TJ, but he deserved to know, even if he wasn’t the best person for her best friend. “TJ is Spinelli’s best friend. He’s one of our group. And he’s head over heels for Spinelli and she’s in love with him, but they’re too stupid to see it,” she grated out, taking out her frustrations on the eggs in the skillet. “If you ask Spin about him, she’ll brush it off like she’s just angry at him, but she’s most angry at him, and you can see it in her eyes how much pain she’s in when he’s brought up.” She paused and pulled out plates for their eggs and bacon. “Breakfast is almost ready. How much bacon do you want?”














