one of the few long term happy couples at BMA. Today Trina is nowhere in sight.
I kick at him under the table. “I don’t see your girl around today.”
He grunts and tears off another section of steak. The meat appears to be about as rare as meat can get and still be fit for human consumption. “She’s off fucking with some newspaper shit.”
“Trina writes for the Bulletin?”
“Yeah. Looks good on the transcript or something.” He waves a fork. “Kind of a pain that she’s got to deal with that weird ass head case who’s in charge.”
I don’t ask him to explain. Everyone knows Camden Galway is the editor-in-chief of the Bulletin.
Kent is scowling now. “Let me tell you something. The other night Trina’s giving me an epic hummer when she gets like eight texts in a row and she’s like hold on, Camden needs to know where I’m at on the article about the new football bleachers.” He shakes his head in disgust. “Just what you want to fucking deal with when you’re getting some head. But Trina said Camden wouldn’t quit with the text assault until she got an answer. I’d be willing to pay someone to blow that girl’s mind so she’d quit harassing my girlfriend about bleachers every five fucking minutes.”
Todd Bellinger is sitting a few feet to my right and he decides to take a break from measuring his biceps to get involved in the conversation. He was booted off the football team last month for shitty grades but I’ve heard he’s a pussy about taking hits so I’m sure it’s no loss to the team. He’s all in my face now and his breath smells like dirty socks. “You guys talking about Camden Galway?”
Instead of answering, Kent shovels an oversized mound of meat in his mouth and glares in another direction. I’ve heard him refer to Todd as a limp cheesedick.
I’m not a member of Todd’s fan club either but I kind of want to hear what he has to say about Camden. “So what?”
Todd licks his razor thin lips. “So her favorite way to take cock is through the back door.”
His declaration is met with silence.
He begins to whine. “For real, you guys. She does. Ask me how I know.”
I drag a French fry through a ketchup puddle and say nothing. Todd’s a bullshitter in the first degree and I wouldn’t believe him if he told me the sky was up. Kent always has ears for a good fuck story but even he rolls his eyes.
“No way in hell did you even get a finger in Camden Galway.”
Todd is insulted. “Like you’d fucking know.”
“Yeah, I do fucking know. She’s a pain but last I heard she’s not blind and brain dead.”
I can’t help but crack up.
Todd’s eyes narrow but he doesn’t have it in him to challenge Kent, who’s one of those barrel chested guys most likely to win in a collision with a truck. Todd loads all his garbage onto his tray and stomps off like the sulky brat he is.
Kent wipes his mouth with a napkin. “Probably running off to change his tampon.”
I’m still laughing. “Probably. But I’m not used to seeing you in the role as a defender of girls.”
Kent shrugs. “Eh, on my own I could care less about that Camden bitch. But she’s sort of a friend of Trina’s so I’m trying to honor the connection. Besides, fuck Bellinger. That cocksucker lies as much as he breathes.”
“He might try saying something more believable than this fiction that he fucked Camden Galway in the ass.” The words taste bad in my mouth. I don’t know why.
My friend is eyeing me now. “What do you care?”
I don’t care. I shouldn’t care. But hearing Asshole Todd drag Camden’s name through the mud makes me feel like hitting something. “He’s just a lying sack of shit. That’s all.”
Kent is still watching me. A lot of times he comes off as an obscene meathead but anyone who’s seen him mooning all over his girl can’t doubt that he has feelings.
“You’ve got a thing for her,” Kent says and then nods to himself as if he’s just delivered a royal decree.
I cross my arms over my chest. “No way. Camden’s always in my business because we both live in Devil Valley. But the girl’s like a block of ice.”
He snorts. “Not a bad rack on that block of ice. Go for it.”
“A minute ago you called her a bitch.”
A grin slowly spreads across his face.