He was always subtle and never vulgar about it.
Hunter:So are you gonna date Hood?
He’d texted again after a pause.
June:Is that your business, James?I still don’t know, what’s it to you?
Hunter:Yes or no?
June:You’re not going there
Hunter:No, I’m serious
June:I don’t understand what the issue is if I go to Brian’s
Hunter:I’m serious, White
June:Go fuck yourself, then
James stopped answering, and it got on my nerves. I texted him again.
June:Look, he just asked me to study together
Hunter:Look, I don’t give a flying fuck what you do
I plucked up a bit of courage and answered.
June:Doesn’t seem like it
Hunter:You know too much about us. I don’t want you ending up telling Brian stuff that doesn’t affect him
June:Sure, sure
Hunter:Look, do what you want, White. Great
June:You piss me off so much
I nibbled my thumb nervously, and James sent another text.
Hunter:It’s a mistake, have him come to your house instead
June:What’s in Brian’s house that’s so bad, does he have dead bodies buried in the backyard?
Hunter:You’re such a moron, go to bed
June:Then put your phone away and do something else with your fingers
Hunter:At least two for you, are you saying that’d be enough?
June:How old are you that you can’t have a fucking serious conversation without me being embarrassed or grossed out?
June:Why does this seem like a serious discussion to you?
Hunter:Can you quit beating around the bush? Fucking answer me
June:Answer what?
Hunter:Rings or no rings?
