"Get Out of My House"
Set during "Economics"
"God, you are such a pain in the ass sometimes!" she hissed softly, gathering up her keys and phone and shoving them in her purse. Raye hovered in the doorway, impatiently drumming her fingers against the frame.
He didn't look up from the papers on the table. "Just-get out of here please. Go. I just—I really can't stand the sight of you right now."
She did. Raye noticed that she didn't slam the door, or stomp, or punch the elevator button like a prizefighter. In fact, she was entirely too calm about everything. She waited until they were out on the sidewalk before speaking.
"Is he still all butthurt over--?"
"Yes." Mina pulled a tube of lip gloss out of her pocket and quickly swiped her lips.
Raye pulled her coat tighter. "You know, I have absolutely fucking broken Jason for less."
Mina smiled and took her friend's arm. "It's OK. I have to let it slide; it was my cat that peed in his briefcase."
"So?"
"Well, it was because I didn't change the litter box in like, a week. It's sort of my fault."
"That's where you're wrong," Raye said emphatically. "You make him think it's his fault."
Mina sighed. "My poor brother!"