Shut Up You Tool

Victor’s Outfit

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Victor had spent most of his day at the beach, chilling with some friends. He had a backpack slumped over his shoulder, which contained his swim trunks and a few other beach things, like his flip flops and tanning lotion. He had changed into some basketball shorts. He still had his silver chain around his neck and earrings in his ears. On his eyes were some expensive sunglasses to block out the light.

Hungry, Victor entered the café. It was lunchtime, so it was decently crowded but not overwhelming. Victor looked at the cute little cake advertised and thought Tina might like to try it sometime. He went to the counter and ordered a cheeseburger and fries – the burgers here weren’t phenomenal, but they were alright for takeout. He would have preferred sushi or, better yet, to cook something himself. Grilled Salmon by the beach... now that was a meal.

He slid into the counter, and took a seat. He was fixated on his phone when Lark walked in, and when she sat down he finally looked up. Hell yeah, he recognized her. He hopped to the next stool down, the one beside her. He was still waiting on his burger.

”Hey, you’re the one who got knocked up.” Victor said, flashing her a troublesome smirk. ”Haven’t thought about you much since Shane left school. How’s life?”

Victor frowned when Lark moved to get up. ”Hey! What’s wrong? I just want to catch up.” He said, watching as she grabbed her bags. She sure had no sense of humor. He groaned and swiveled in his seat, so he was still facing her. His legs bounced slightly as he got comfortable, leaning his elbow on the counter.

”In that much of a hurry to go and get pregnant again? I don’t blame you for wanting to, the process is pretty fun.” A dark smirk crossed his features. ”Don’t know if anyone’s going to go for used goods, though. Actually – I know a few desperate guys. You could probably go make another kid if you wanted to enough. Sure can’t use Shane again.”

Victor rose his brows. Damn, this girl was feisty. It was kind of amusing. He remained where he was, comfortable, posed like he owned the place. That was pretty much how he always posed, honestly.

”Wow. Some venom you got for me, huh? I was just striking up a conversation.” He said. She called him desperate and Victor merely shrugged it off. He knew he wasn’t, especially not from her. The school said plenty of crap about her – like how much of a slut she was for getting knocked up. Elle, Rumer, and Tina all whispered about the latest gossip, he knew it all.

He was shocked when she threw the word rape out there and his brows rose. ”Well shit, you saying Shane raped you or something? That’s some pretty steep accusation. Gonna go to court over it? You might make a pretty penny.” He was reminded of the time his father paid some girl hush money for his brother’s sake. He wondered if it was really his brother guilty of the crime. When she told him to go make a kid Victor snorted. ”you volunteering? I don’t want any kids. Plus, I actually know how to use protection, unlike Shane did. Jeez. You are the last person anyone would want to knock up. It’s like you got a stick up your ass.”

Victor snorted. ”At least you know not to make the same mistake twice,” he said, nodding firmly. When she suggested he grow a human inside him he made a face.

”Eh. No thanks. Even if I was a girl I don’t think I’d be dumb enough to get knocked up. If I was a girl I’d probably just keep my legs closed, it’d make life so much easier.” But he didn’t want to be a girl. He liked sex, and besides, if he was a girl he couldn’t be King of the school. Tina wouldn’t flirt with him, and he’d either be competing with her for Queenship or a follower. And Victor wasn’t a follower. But then, if Tina was a boy, things would be different. Maybe. He still didn’t fancy the idea of being Queen.

When she insulted his conversation starter, Victor snorted. ”Uh, I did? I asked how life was and you changed the subject. Not my fault you got all offended when I mentioned simple facts that happened last year,” he said. ”Besides, I hate small talk. I’d rather get right into the conversation.”

Of course she had to bring up periods. Victor made a face, gagging. Ew. He did not want to know about that. Sure, girls bled from their crotch, but that was better left a mystery for Victor. He didn’t ask any of the girls about it, though when they were excessively moody, he always blamed it on ‘that time of month’, especially when discussing it with other guys. ”Yeah, good thing I don’t gotta.” Victor agreed. Hey, he knew she was right, and didn’t want to know the struggle. Victor would rather be privileged and happy than miserable and able to complain about it.

When Lark said no one liked small talk but that polite people used it as a filter, Victor scoffed. ”If no one likes it, why bother? I can think – I think enough to know small talk is pointless. If I’m trying to get to know someone why would I want to know how the weather is?” He said, her implication that he didn’t know enough to shut up making Victor pout. ”Why would I need to shut up? This is America, freedom of speech, yeah?”

Ugh, this broad wouldn’t shut up about periods. Couldn’t she take a hint that literally no one in the vicinity was enjoying it? Hell, he was trying to eat here. He rolled his eyes at her implying he couldn’t handle it. And why would he have to? He couldn’t help but cringe worse when she talked about blood. ”Jesus. You are disgusting, you know that?” He said, giving her a once over. She was kind of cute, but now that he had mentally labeled her as disgusting he was put off by her face. ”No wonder Shane liked you. Dude was always kind of into weird shit.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. And no wonder he kept her hidden, too. No way would she ever get along with Tina or Elle or any of the other girls. ”I don’t give a crap about periods or childbirth, just letting you know, so complain about it all you want but I won’t really be caring much.”

Victor shook his head. ”Nah. You don’t learn shit from people’s simple answers. You learn their superficial shit, maybe.” He shrugged. ”Yeah, basically. What else do I need to know about a girl except whether or not I’ll accidently knock her up?” He glanced at Lark. ”I can have a conversation, believe it or not. But the difference between us is that I like to get to the meat of it right away.”

”I mean, if you enjoy being disgusting, go for it.” Victor shrugged. ”Most people just find it... you know. Disgusting.” He snickered as though he had made a hilarious joke.

He blinked. ”But the meat is the good part of the conversation. Why should I waste my time trying to sweet talk someone when I just want to get to the point?” He sighed. He didn’t get how people liked small talk. It was so boring. He scoffed when she said he just cared about getting in someone’s pants. ”I actually have standards. Definitely not interested in your pants, or anything inside there,” Victor gestured to her briefly, ”I have conversations without getting in peoples’ pants. I just prefer to have interesting conversations, Lark.”