I hate you. The words swam around through his thoughts. No one had ever said they hated him. No one ever said they even disliked him. That was his think; Jason Reinhart was a likeable guy. But this kid dared to say otherwise. He frowned. “Okay, explain exactly what it is that you hate.”
Ford, that’s his name. The type of typical white trash name he thinks that only people in the bayou give their children. But he’s in California, not much true white trash living out there. He leans back in his chair and you can see out of the corner of your eye that the two front legs are up off the floor, replaced by the boy’s own. “You’re too,” He reaches down and grabs another fry off his plate. Jason rolls the idea of removing the plate from the boy’s grasp, of throwing it to the ground and screaming that he wasn’t going to buy food for an ungrateful little brat who hated him. “Comfortable.”
“What the hell does that even mean?” He retorts, ready to just...push the chair over a little farther and watch the kid fall to the ground and possibly crack his skull open. The scene would be gruesome, but their waitress had come by multiple times, saw that Ford was in that precarious position, and would think nothing more of him accidentally falling over and possibly dying. At least, once she got past all the gore.
The kid picks up another one of the golden brown fries and bites off the top, shrugging. “You act like you’re all that, like you can just handle anything and anyone. But you can’t.” He ate the rest of the fry. “I can see right through you Jason Reinhart.”
He didn’t kick the boy over in his chair like his foot wanted to, but he did pull the kid down back to sit on all four legs of the chair. He leaned across the table. “You don’t anything about me. What makes you think you can say stuff like that about me?”
Ford chews slowly on the food in his mouth, then swallows, resting his elbows on the table to come closer to Jason’s face. “What makes you think I don’t you.”724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhkR7pmDbA4
