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The cafeteria was bustling, per usual. I sat at the head of the popular table with my Doc Martins kicked up on the surface. Kelly was telling me about her hot tub weekend with Trevor when some nobody stood beside me. He started talking about snapping photos for the yearbook without even waiting for her to take a breath to pause our conversation. Fucking rude. Just interrupting my friend like some little asshole. I reached up and gripped the collar of his polo, pulling his face to mine. Then I let out the most enormous belch. I’d been holding it in since chugging my Coke at the start of lunch.