How much more could he alienate himself? After he lost Tommy, Carol, Vicky,
and everybody else, the only person he really had left was Nancy. He never
even noticed how Nancy was distancing herself from him. And now she was
gone ; getting into Jonathan’s car after admitting she didn’t love him. ( Shit. )
He’s really backed himself into a corner this time. He’s totally alone. No friends,
no girlfriend – just him. But, somehow, he was still pushing people even
further.
And, sometimes, he thinks about what things would be like if he was still ‘ King
Steve ’ . Maybe it wouldn’t have felt so shitty when this new kid showed up
and kicked him down the social ladder. Maybe losing Nancy wouldn’t have
hurt this much. Maybe he’s still have friends. He’d still be an asshole, though,
wouldn’t he? He doesn’t know if it’s worth that.
Vicky’s words dig into him. In a way, she’s right. He made the decision to
stop being friends with them and he’s the one that pushed away. At the surface,
it really is his fault, isn’t it? That’s what he thinks at least. ( It’s what he knows,
whether he admits it all the time or not. ) So his brow furrows and he shakes
his head looking away briefly. His upcoming words are sharp and an almost
desperate attempt to win this argument – ( immature ) – but maybe he should
just leave already.
“ – You guys didn’t like Nancy, I get that. But that’s
your problem.
You didn’t have to be such assholes to her. ”
HER MEAN GIRL ASSAULT ! on steve was becoming an occurence she was quickly regretting --- a fun bout of intimidation turning sour in her mouth, tongue not liking the taste it left. perhaps it was the coursing fire in her veins, the alcohol in her system, that pushed the growing argument further instead of letting it be --- she should have just let him be.
❛ ❛ you have got to be fucking kidding me ! ❜ ❜ words passing lips holding a much heavier volume than ones prior. no doubt a few standing close by heard, a couple drunken teenagers gazing their way only to return to their escapades shortly after. a laugh of sorts left her, dry & disbelieving. ❛ ❛ i was nothing but civil to little miss sunshine . . . for your sake. ❜ ❜ it was no secret that vicky held no love for nancy wheeler, nasty words leaving her once her back was turned, like a shimmering knife dug into her spine / she could have been a little nicer to her face sure, ignore her a little less, but she would not have classified that as being an asshole --- not entirely. like she said, that was her being civil, vicky could have been much worse. steve was her friend above everything else, & while she didn’t agree with most of the girls he pursued, vicky would’ve always tried --- she failed a majority of the time because her dislike got the better of her, but she always tried ( in her own twisted way. )
mouth opened once more, words dancing on her tongue before she swallowed them whole & allowed for other words to flow. words best suited for the kind of girl she was. ❛ ❛ you know what, you’re killing my buzz & i’m so over this conversation. ❜ ❜ the raven - haired girl goes to push past him, to rejoin the party & regain the drunken haze she held prior, hand patting his shoulder as she did so.