“A girl got raped today,” I said forcefully, slamming down my glass of milk as though it were poison. “That’s what happened.”
He grimaced, though in genuine disgust or just because it was the expected reaction from him I couldn’t tell. He always had quite the penchant for fakery, especially when younger – when he would place the blame for his misdeeds on me, when he would pretend to be sick so that he might stay home from school, and when the decapitation of lizards in the back yard were discovered…even though he was the one to go outdoors everyday.
“Ew.” He declared, making sure to vehemently express his disgust. “That’s…eugh. That’s creepy. That guy’s a creep!”
I sneered. Well of course. There’s a medalist for stating the complete obvious. “Indeed.”