I know you. You're going to be bad for this group, I can tell. Everyone else is giving you the courteous silent treatment, because you're new. Not one of us. They don't know the things you've set in motion. They don't know that you're the other woman. They don't know that you lured my best friend's boyfriend away from her and into your arms. She doesn't even know about it yet. But I do. He told me all about all of it. He told me about you.
And here you are, sitting there like an angel snuggled up to his best friend. How low can one person really sink? I'm not sitting here because I want to. It's just that there are no other empty chairs. So please don't mistake my closeness for friendliness. I will sit here, drink my coffee, talk to my friends, and ignore you like the rest of them.
Please, don't try to talk to me. I don't want to hear about anything you have to say. My neckalce? Oh, it's for YouthAids. You've heard of them? That surprises me. You don't seem like the type. You're a gay rights activist? Don't bother trying to win me over. Wait, you didn't know? Well, now you do.
Yeah, it's normal to feel out of place the first time with these folks. I don't understand what they're saying half the time, either. Just smile, nod, and act like you care. It usually seems to do the trick. They're not so bad, once you get to know them. It doesn't help that your first meeting involved all the guys and moi. It's a bit more bearable when the rest of the girls are here.
Don't think this means that I like you. I just feel bad for the outsiders. But honestly, I can see why he'd like you. They. Why both of them would like you. I used to be that girl, you know. The one they all wanted. That was before I came out of the closet and they got the clue. Now I'm just everyone's best friend. So I don't appreciate the way you're playing with them.
Huh. I didn't really notice how deep your eyes are. Or your infectious laugh. Stop. You're not going to get me, too. Hmm? Poetry? Yeah, I love it. You wrote this? It's very good, actually. You want my email? Oh, sure. Here it is. And yours? Thanks. You know, you're really not so bad. For a home wrecker.
You know, I really can't deny it. I'm attracted to you. Not that I'll say this, of course. I'll continue to look at you through narrowed eyes. I have to fight your allure for all I'm worth. For the sake of my best friend, and for her boyfriend, and for his best friend. But oh, those eyes.
What am I laughing at? Oh, nothing. I just know you're going to be very bad for this group. Yeah, I'll call.