Think I Could Beat Him Up

“Think I could beat him up?”

“What?”

“Her new boyfriend. Do you think I could beat him up?”

“What the fuck, dude. Get over it.”

John leaned against the rail that looked down on his high school gymnasium. His eyes scoured over the crowd and rested on a small girl enthusiastically chattering with a good-looking male. He pursed his lips, watching her shameless flirtation with what he knew to be her new boyfriend.

“She didn’t have to bring the fucking guy here, though, you know? God, this is bullshit. I mean, we fucking break up and she’s already hounding some douchebag asshole right off the bat. Bitch can’t deal with being single, fucking boy crazy, insecure.”

“Fucking relax dude.” His friend eyed him unsurely, analyzing John’s own insecurity. “Sounds like you want her to be unhappy or something.”

John started up defensively, “it’s not that, man, it’s just I wish she had you know mourned me a bit more before giving herself to the first thing that crossed the street. I mean, she even knew this prick before we broke up: elementary school friends or some shit like that. Makes me wonder, you know. I mean whatever, the girl was a fucking waste, like she just fucking took all my time up, couldn’t even begin to like the things that I loved. You know what she liked?”

“What?”

“Shopping. Fucking shopping and day-time television. Fucking boring shit. Not even smart or anything.”

“Good, then you can get over her,” his friend said, smiling and looking back over the basketball court.

“Fuck you asshole. I don’t like the girl anymore, it’s just I guess I’m bitter.”

“Yeah, I know. You’ll do good John: you can do way better, we all knew it. Fuck, even YOU knew it.”

John kept his lean and swiveled his eyes to watch high schoolers play ball. It was homecoming after all. When all the memories become unkempt and swarm across the mind like civil war armaments. That’s just how it goes.

“That’s just how it goes,” said John.