Page 59 of The First Time
Kit: I'll think about it. Go talk to Rory. I know you miss hanging out with her.
Piper: She's still making out with her boyfriend.
Kit: Then tell her to go fuck herself.
Piper: Pretty sure she'd rather go fuck him.
Kit: Tell them both to fuck off.
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 anI care about what's best for youkind 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 screamswhat 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.
