Now he was kind of getting angry. He didn't like being yelled at on his own front lawn about shit that didn't even make sense. She was wrong in half of her assumptions, as far as he was concerned. And she was using some stupid drunk girl logic to back it up. His head might have been swimming with smoke, but he could speak a little more clearly than she could. Thankfully.
"You're a piece of work, you know that? The only time I notice you is what? When you're trying to make me jealous? Trying to get my attention? What about that time with the egg baby? What about Halloween? You make me out to be some fucking bad guy, and then when I'm actually nice and friendly, suddenly I'm a dick for not asking you to be my girlfriend. It's one or the other, apparently, with you." He kicked a rock before continuing. "It's psycho bullshit, if you ask me. You try? You try to what? Fuck my friends? Get a rise? Well, good job. You made out with Donnie, you took Andrew to the dance and now there's a hundred dollars wasted on my fucking lawn." He took a few steps away from her in fear that she'd grab onto him again.
"To think, I put my piece down to come out here and talk to you. I should have brought it with me for all the stress you cause me." He shoved his hands in his pockets.