Chris the betrayer
Chris gritted his teeth– Josh was baiting him, and he knew it. But he wouldn’t talk. Talking would be giving in, letting the older boy win this little spat, and as ridiculous as it may have seemed, he wanted to come out on top.
Especially when Josh was being such an ass– he refused to endure the ego-trip that would come along with his getting Chris to squeal.
So what if he was going to prom with Sam–? They were literally just tagging along with one another because they didn’t have a date! Josh was acting like a giant ass about it, almost jealous, and wouldn’t listen to Chris when he insisted. So here they were, with Chris refusing to continue arguing and Josh badgering him.
Why does it fucking matter, anyway? It’s just a stupid dance.
“You're getting on my nerves here, man.”
Josh had very little patience when it came to him not having things go his way. He could be the most laid back guy you've ever met. Or the most self-centered brat if he felt like you pushed him too far. Whether or not he was right to feel that way was up for debate. Chris stubbornly refusing to speak to him about this any further was definitely testing that patience.
The older boy crossed his arms over his chest, glowering at the blond. For a moment he considered to play along. It was tempting; simply turn around and walk away from Chris' childish behavior. Or he'd stay, stare angrily at his friend, and just not say a thing. The question was if Josh could manage either of those options. Spoiler alert: he couldn't. He already knew it, Chris probably knew it too. But he decided to try anyway.
He just couldn't get his head around the fact that his best friend asked out his other best friend without asking him if he would have liked to go with either of them. Josh was insulted on multiple levels because of this. Chris should have known better. You just don't make a move on the girl your bro is sort of, kinda in to. Especially not when you have a girl of your own. And double so when your bro himself is a viable fucking option. The more he thought about it, the worse his mood got.
“Seriously? You're not even going to explain this shit move you pulled on me?!”
