I heard my Ryan say my name loudly to snap me out of my haze. Ryan Sitkowsky was asleep at the other end of the table.
"How the fuck do you do that?" she questioned smiling as if she weren't serious. She always was though.
"Do what?" I said still reeling from my thoughts of subjectivity.
"You wear so much I can't see any of your skin, there is nothing provocative about the way you dress, and you've got boys lining up to bone you! I wish I could seduce the pants off of people like that." As she exclaimed this everyone laughed so hard the table shook enough to wake the other Ryan
"May I remind you that all of these boys that are apparently, by your phrasing, waiting to bone me, can't wait to shove their dick inside something that they cheat on me." I lower my glance to the table and practically mutter. There's and empty seat across from me but now a body is filling it and as I look up to find their face staring back at me I see its familiarity but I cant quite place it.
"You're the one that put him in the hospital?" as the words slither past his teeth I sat a little taller commanding more respect with my posture. I leaned over the table resting my elbow against it.
"He deserved it." I seethed.
"Devin didn't do anything but be good t-" before he could finish I cut him off.
"He fucked someone else, lied about it, lied about more shit, hit me more than once, and then he decided to pretend like I mattered at all. Fat load of good ain't it?" I hissed. he sat for a moment a scowl still on his face.
"You fucked with the wrong person, bitch." he said slamming his hands down on the table. I ran my finger along the edge of a knife.
"Well, you might wanna remember who you're fucking with right now. I put him in the hospital, and, right now, if you keep disrupting my friend's fucking birthday you're going to be next" I spat at him. He stood up slowly and left clearly still pissed off. The table was silent before Chris started clapping. and the table joined in slowly making me smile