“You two having another lovers spat?” Christopher asked standing while packing up his books. He was tall and black, easily past 6 foot. Chubby all around, not unlike myself, we both could lose a couple of pounds. His glassese didn’t fit his face and his voice was condesdening in tone.
“Why are you jealous?” I asked, still smiling.
“Not at all, after all, it would be you guys being jealous of me.”
I wish I could say he was joking with us, but Chris believed that he was smarter and better than us. He always had to one up someone, just to make himself feel smarter. He is one of those people who thinks I’m arrogant and made it his life mission to be better than me. Again, it’s kind of flattering, but more annoying than anything.
Jonathan had turned around and sighed loudly, “Jealous of being fat and goofy?”
“Ah, Johnny boy…” Chris smiled and put his hands up like a prisoner awaiting a police. He had a smug look in his eyes that communicated he was better than us.
“I’m not your fuckin boy.” Jonathan said.
Chris laughed louder while looking at his friend Davy. A large, sly smile all over his face, like he just won a game. “Look Davy, first he tries to hurt my feelings about my size, when he knows women would rather be with a big guy like me, than a small stick like him. Then he’s tries to be tough. It must be hard being a napoleon.”
Davy just shooked his head without much of a facial expression. He usually didn’t back Chris up, unless they were talking about women, or anyone else not present in their vicinity.
“Shut the fu..” Jonathan was about to lay into Chris, before I jumped in and held him back. I’m not sure who would win, but Chris was right about the size difference, it would take three Jonathans to make one of Christopher. Plus, we had a party to go to.
“Jonathan, it’s not worth it bro, let it go, we’re about to leave anyway.”
Jonathan turned an opened the door fast and hard that it echoed off the wall. “Fine.”
“Oh look Davey, now that he sees he can’t beat me, he wants to run” he laughed again. “Don’t let the kidnapper get you two on the way there.”
Now it was my turn to get upset. “What does that mean?”
“You two fit the profile, small, weak…”
“That doesn’t make any sense, Chris.”
“We’re not girls.” Jonathan said from behind me as I kept my arm from letting him go past me to get to Chris.
“You don’t have to be girls to get kidnapped. The kidnapper is obviously targeting weaker people. Like that girl Bianca, the last one, she was about your size from the looks of her picture.”
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