"True, but it just seems disgusting. I don't know." He shrugged and took another bite of his burger as I made mine.
"She's in love with me, whatever the fuck that means. She needs to get over it."
"Because you're not in love with her?"
"No. I'm not. Nor will I ever be." I turned my face to the right to see her standing there, the expression on her face one that I'd not soon forget.
Devastation.
"Fuck you too, Nate. I'm done with this shit. You can go sleep with some random shrimp dick and have him show you all over town as his new toy. I hate you." She turned and stormed back toward the bedroom.
"No, you don't, and I don't like seafood, remember?" I took a big bite of my burger and leaned against the counter.
"You need to fix that. This latest guy has more money than God, and it's all hers if you can pull this shit off." Mikey moved up to stand in front of me.
"Stop acting like you know something. You don't." I popped him in the chest. "I'll make it up to her when I finish my lunch. Fuck off."
"Make it up how? You just crushed her dreams youcunt." He chuckled and I popped him again, this time in the nuts. He bent over, dropping his plate to the ground and groaned. "I'm going to get you back for that."
"No, you're not." I pushed at his forehead before walking out of the kitchen. "I'm going to do what she wants me to do, Mikey." I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it in the hall somewhere.
"What's that? Die?" He snorted, his voice growing dim as I headed toward the sound of her throwing shit around my bedroom.
"No, fuck her like she likes to be fucked. Violently."
