Reid really hated Tyler. Because even when the guy was not there, somehow his annoying, persistent, goody-goody voice sneaked into Reid's head and camped out there.
He really hated Tyler.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Didn't mean to scare you."
Yes, he did. In fact, he wanted to pop that Barbie head of hers.
Now, Reid
There his conscience went again. It really did sound like his best friend.
He really hated Tyler.
"I just got back."
Duh. But he felt like he had to explain things to Miss Airhead. She was a blonde, after all.
So are you.
He really hated Tyler.
"I'm just a little freaked out. Felt like someone was watching me in the showers."
Doubtful. Who the hell would want to watch her?
Caleb, clearly.
He really hated Tyler.
"Let's take a look then, shall we?"
He really, really hated Tyler.
That was nice of you.
Shut it.
You have issues.
The Barbie was looking at him with wide, fearful eyes. She looked like she was on fear factor or something. Honestly.
She's scared.
Of what? There's nothing here.
You don't know that.
Fine. I'll prove it.
"It's ok."
Reid hoped that was enough to persuade her. He slowly opened the door and took a cursory look around the room. He made sure to tap his fingers against his lip, outwardly showing how stupid he thought the whole thing was.
Real mature, Reid
Did I ask you?
"Don't see anyone."
They walked out of the bathroom and Reid turned towards her. There was no way he was spending more time with her. No way. Besides he needed to get back to his room and have a little chat with his irritating best friend.
I don't like the sound of that.
Tell it to someone who actually gives a shit.
"Catch you later then."
"Yeah, see you."
Baby boy, you're dead meat.
Gulp.