drink. I downed half of it, not realizing just how dehydrated I really was. I finished the bottle and went back to get another one.
“A little thirsty there, Jet?” Kyle laughed at the sight of me.
“Yeah, I got hammered last night, man. How do you feel?”
“Not bad, just tired mostly. It was a great fight last night; I'm glad I ended up going.”
“Yeah, it was good seeing you out doing something other than playing video games.”
“Ha ha, real funny.”
“Seriously, man, maybe you need a girlfriend.”
“Yeah, right; don't be blasphemous.”
“Would it be the worst thing in the world? All you do is play video games, man.”
“No thanks. I prefer to have my women at night, and then be gone by morning.”
I snorted. Kyle finished up with the bacon, and put it in a dish with a lid to keep it warm. He put butter in a separate pan and melted it for the eggs. He went to grab the carton of eggs from the fridge, and set them by the stove. Opening the carton, he took a few eggs out and cracked them against the side of the pan. I was still thinking about what he said about girls when the eggs started sizzling.
“Hey, man, did you happen to see Natalie at the fights? I saw her just before I got in the cage, but then I couldn't find her after the fight. She just disappeared.”
Kyle was silent as he continued to cook the eggs, flipping them when they needed to be. He hadn't responded to my question, and I was beginning to get annoyed.
“Kyle? Did you see her?”
“Yeah, I saw her, man. She was there with her whole art class or something. I think they were there to take the pictures of the event.”
That made sense?more sense than her coming to see me, that was for sure. I wondered what kind of shots she got with her camera.
“Did you see her leave?”
“Jet, what's with you and this girl? I don't get it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, why the hell do you care if she was there? She's this nothing little art student who you banged a hundred years ago. Move on, already.”
“Are you serious? Did you seriously just say that shit to me?”
“Whoa, relax, Jet. I just don't get what your fixation with her is.”
“I don't have a fixation.”
“Like hell you don't.”
“Explain yourself, Kyle, and please do it quickly.”
Kyle took a minute before responding, probably to allow me to calm down before I lost my temper with him. He placed a bunch of eggs on a plate, tossed a few strips of bacon on it, and handed the plate to me. I didn't touch it. Instead, I waited for him to speak.
“I saw her talking to Brian; they were all buddy-buddy at the drink stand. He was all over her, of course. She's nothing. I don't get where the interest is with her. Why does she have all these guys in heat?”
“I'm not in heat. She's a nice girl; she's different from the rest.”
“A nice girl? Wow, that's new. Since when do you look for girls that are 'nice’?”
“Kyle, what is your problem? Why do you care who I spend time with?”