New Best Friends

Who: Gabe and Kaysen
Where: The streets of Marquette
When: After school

Gabe had been saving money for a car. He'd been saving, but he wasn't quite there. It sucked being a senior without a car, and it would suck even more by the time winter came around. Though he'd already gotten it in his head that he should pick up a part time job, he hadn't found one yet, and until then he had to deal with other ways to get around. So long as the sidewalks were clear, his roller blades were what he had to work with, and so Gabe headed in the direction of home, mind wandering as he skated along.

Kaysen was already halfway across the parking lot with her skateboard, sort of in her own little world as per usual. Kaysen-land didn't include that many people, really, and the less she had to do with anyone in school the better. Either way, she was kind of half thinking about stupid Chrissy today and what she might be able to do to get back at the wench, and she heard something else wheel-based sort of half behind her, and she glanced back, half wondering if it was Chance. Sadly, it was not.

"Kaysen!" Gabe grinned as he sped up to skate beside her, then slowed enough to pace her. When he'd moved to Marquette, he'd first known her only as Isaac's little sister, but then he'd started to date Chrissy and gotten himself an earful. Kaysen had been one of Chrissy's favorites to torture, the stupid whore of a nobody that received a daily dose of bitchiness from the teen queen herself. Gabe barely remembered standing by and laughing, assuming every rumor to be true because he had no reason not to. Perhaps he'd engaged in a bit of it himself-- he couldn't remember; it was over a year past and he'd forgotten. After he broke up with Chrissy, Kaysen became Isaac's little sister again, just with a much worse reputation than before. "Got yourself a nice set of wheels," he teased. "Couldn't catch a ride?"

"Actually, Gabe, I've had these for pretty much ever, and you're just an unobservant bastard." Kaysen said back. Goddamnit did she have a sign on her back that said 'talk to me!' today? She supposed he could have started out with worse digs at her than 'couldn't catch a ride'. He could have started out by telling her that the supposed quarter she charged for a hand job would probably have covered a ride home.

"Been called worse," Gabe said, the insult bouncing off of him easily. While he had a temper, it took a bit more to rile him up when it came to girls. Probably because he couldn't hit them. He wasn't sure. As far as he'd observed, Kaysen was always in a poor mood. "Didn't ask if they were new though. I just thought you were dating a guy with a car. Maybe I heard wrong."

"You know, I'm pretty willing to bet everything you've ever heard about me in your entire existence has been wrong." Kaysen said. "But then I'm also pretty sure you wouldn't care, either. Don't you have better things to do? Like...go bang Chissy or something? You're one of her little minions, aren't you?" she asked, far too sweetly, and she hopped the curb with her board. She never could quite resist tricks, because she could pull them off, and she ground the bench she always did as they came to it.

Gabe followed, little tricks always a bit different on skates. Normally he enjoyed it, but the mere mention of Chrissy in such a way forced his smile to fade. "See, now you get to be the unobservant bitch," Gabe countered. "I haven't been with Chrissy in over a year, and you couldn't pay me to fuck her." A pretty impressive fact, considering he knew what a good lay she was. "I don't think I can qualify as her minion at this point, though I hear the football team's got a waiting list."

"You think I actually keep up with anything you and your crowd does?" Kaysen snapped. "All I know is you were a lapdog at some point. What, she stop putting out scraps you actually wanted to sample?" she asked, again wondering what the fuck. Though, she supposed if she was in hell, and had to choose between Chrissy and Gabe for company, she'd pick Gabe. Gabe she could kick in the nuts.

"It was more along the lines of I started thinking with my brain," Gabe answered, raising a brow at her snappy response. What was it that made her so touchy? "So you kept up with it at some point, but don't now. Nice. I'm sure the outdated information serves you well. You make a habit of looking down your nose at everyone, or am I just special?"

"Kept up with. Please. The massive amounts of PDA going on in the hallways that me and everyone else was subjected to kinda tipped me off, Einstein. That shit was inflicted on everyone, that's hardly 'keeping up'." Kaysen said. And with that last comment, she stopped her board, kicked it up, and shot him a death glare. "What the fuck do you want." she snapped. "It's not like we're best buds or anything, asshat, so what is it you think you're doing? You coming to give me shit for looking down at you when you know? I seem to recall you being one of the assholes who picks on me whenever you get a chance--when you know my brother isn't anywhere within earshot, so fuck you with getting oversensitive about me looking down at you. You're an evil popular jock asshole who gets led around by the dick. What exactly are you talking to me for? Probably just to come up with some way to fuck with my head, or do you really expect me to be retarded enough to believe that you're just here to be my new bestest motherfucking new friend?"

Gabe skidded to an immediate stop, just short of running into her. While that might have been nice, he wasn't all that sure he wanted to deal with the repercussions of accidentally knocking Kaysen to the ground. "I said hello and you went all superbitch on me. I asked about Chance, and you bounced back with a comment about fucking Chrissy. I don't expect you to be friendly-- God forbid Kaysen St. James be friendly for fuck's sake-- but you don't have to jump down my throat over it." Skating around in front of her, Gabe stopped and turned back for a moment, rather than leaving immediately. "You don't want my company, fine. I'm sure you'll win plenty of friends with that stunning attitude you've got going. It'll be fun to see how long Chance puts up with it."

"Why would I?!" Kaysen said, completely exasperated. "Why the fuck are you talking to me in the first place, like I'm supposed to have reason to give someone who's been a fucking dick to me the time of day?!" This made no sense to her. "What, I'm supposed to just forget about it because you've deigned to speak to me in a tone that isn't derisive or asking me if I charge a weekend fucking rate?" she snapped. "That's brilliant, Gabe. Just fucking brilliant. And then you get pissy with me because I'm not bending over backwards to be oh so pleasantly nice to you. Well fuck you for saying I've got an attitude problem, when I have no reason whatsoever to do anything more than spit on you, you fucking braindead pussy." She paused, and looked at him for a moment. "And you know you're a fucking coward, too. Never saying shit to me in front of my brother, but you'll hop on the bandwagon if he isn't around. What exactly was this little attempt?" she asked.

"Do you cock this kind of attitude with everyone?" Gabe asked. "I can't remember the last time I even fuckin' talked to you, let alone asked what rate you're currently charging. What bandwagon are we talking about?" He was lost, confused about when he'd been such an ass to her to warrent the reaction. It didn't occur to him that he hadn't been all that pleasant when he'd been dating Chrissy, but even then, that seemed forever ago. For someone who didn't hold a grudge after two days time, Gabe couldn't comprehend how he'd managed to earn such blatent hatred from a girl he'd not spoken to since the school year started. "I said hello. I'd have done the same to anyone in passing, except maybe the psycho-whores I've dated."

"I can, you were standing in the hallway outside of art with your little asshole friends and you guys decided to start in on me because I happened to be occupying the same fucking space." she said immediately--because yep. She sure as fuck knew. "Actually, you didn't' say hello. You shouted my name and decided to ask me if I couldn't get a ride. What, you that impaired that you can't even remember five seconds ago? Well, newsflash here, braintrust. I can." she snapped. "So hey! Maybe you can just blow everything off or what the fuck ever, but that was just one more day where people were being an asshole to me. Again. Which hey is pretty much every day. So, whatever."

"When the fuck was this?" Gabe asked, trying to remember. It was an event that had meant nothing to him, that had occurred at a time in his life when he'd just been coasting along, following other's lead. He had nothing against Kaysen, though he'd heard plenty, and all she was doing at the moment was leading him to believe it was all true. "You do realize I'd have said the same thing to almost anyone else, right?" he asked in regards to his own way of greeting her. "It's not like I have a leg to stand on myself-- I'm just as much lacking a ride as you are. So, sorry if I said something sometime so fucking long ago that I can't recall. I didn't realize my previous asshatry would me a permanent mark of scorn in your book, otherwise I'd have passed by without saying shit."

"What, so that makes your being a fucking dick to me better?" Kaysen asked. "Wow! I totally didn't understand! I should be grateful to you for deciding to accost me with your presence because those times before when you were a fucking asshole, you don't remember! Clearly, that makes it okay! God, what a fucking dick you are. Wow, you don't remember must not have meant anything, right? Must not have hurt my feelings or anything. Must not have mattered to me, because it didn't to you. How far up your own ass is your head, anyways? Fucking prick. Eat a dick, and don't ever talk to me again." she snapped, and dropped her board back down to skate off. She swore if he followed her, she'd be throwing the first punch.

Gabe had no intention of following her, shocked by her reaction rather than enraged at this point. If he'd been as cruel as she'd made him out to be, then... well, he probably deserved it. Maybe. It was hard for him to decide, seeing as his recall of the situation wasn't perfectly clear. It seemed like a long time ago to him, just words carelessly flung about towards a girl he didn't know, but everyone else seemed to. Well, now he did know her, and he wouldn't make the mistake again. There were enough psycho-whores on his list already and he didn't need to add one more just for kicks.