Piper: They'd probably fuck in front of me.
Kit: Don't like the sound of that.
Piper: Not this again.
Kit: I didn't say it.
Piper: But you're thinking it.
Kit: I'm not.
Piper: What are you thinking?
Kit: Something I shouldn't be thinking. Go talk to your friend.
Piper: What if I'd rather talk to you?
Kit: That's too bad. I'm not talking to you until you've talked to her.
Piper: How will you know?
Kit: I trust you. Now go.
He's pushy.
But I'm well aware it's in an I care about what's best for you kind of way.
I give Rory a few more minutes to get her ass out here.
Okay twenty.
She doesn't.
I go back inside. Everything is the same. She's on Carter's lap, sucking face. He's copping a feel (above the waist only, thankfully). Their friends are watching.
My head is spinning. I never drink. I don't know how to deal with my lowered inhibitions. Calling her a disloyal bitch seems wrong, but I'm not holding my tongue anymore.
"Rory. You said we'd talk." I squeeze my plastic cup until it breaks. She doesn't even care enough to pretend we're friends.
She pulls away from Carter enough to turn and look at me. "I'm getting to it." Her expression screams what are you, jealous?
I take a deep breath. "I want to hang out. It's been forever. You've ditched me the last three times we made plans."
"I don't think that's right," she says.
"I've barely seen you all semester." I toss the stupid cup on the dirty carpet. "Do you even care that we're friends?"
She says nothing.
"It's not like he's hot or funny or even able to hold a conversation." I kick the cup. "I'd understand then."
"If you don't love Carter, you don't love me." She folds her arms.
Carter nods along with her.
"I guess I don't love you." I squeeze my purse. I need to get out of here. This is stupid and high school, and I don't like feeling like a child. "I guess I'll see you around."
"Just have a drink and chill, Piper." Rory plays with Carter's greasy hair. "Once you find a guy, you'll get it. You won't be jealous of what we have anymore."