No Chance -Dirk/Jake-"Ooooo Jakey,"
"Hehe, you're certainly a hoot, Jake!"
"Jakey Jakeeeyeyeyeyeyeyyyyyy have 'nother shottttt!"
Your name is Dirk Strider and this is maddening. It would have been maddening enough if it was just regular girls swooning over a boy, but it makes it even worse that it's your two best female friends swooning over your long time crush.
Wow you really want to slap all three of them in the face.
You grit your teeth, shifting in the booth that you're sitting in, all alone. You were sitting with the three of them in the little diner, a woozy Roxy falling all over you until she got even less sober and went to Jake. After a while, it was sickening, so you moved to the next booth over. You can still hear them, though- the slurred words of Roxy, the amused speech of Jane, and the British-tinted voice of Jake.
You hit your head on the table repeatedly, not caring if anyone hears. You turn your head, resting your cheek against the chill of the plastic table, and an e