Victor

you and your best friend victor were walking down the school hallway, discussing your plans. although of course you were doing most of the talking it was last year, and you were walking, wondering who to go to the prom with

• hmm, well, you know, James is cool, but he's too proud - you said
• um, well... Victor walked, clutching a stack of textbooks in his hands. He felt awkward, although he tried to comment on each candidate Over time, these conversations began to irritate Victor, and after another of your suggestions, he shouted:
• damn it, why don't you just come with me?!