"I probably love her." Heartfelt confession fell from nervous lips to be received by no reactions of any sort. He looks to his left to Sam chewing on the Tuesday special of sloppy joes, eyes off in space, same with thoughts. Next turns to Neal head and nose stuck in a ink filled notebook attempting to finish up an assignment due in ten minutes time. Bill missed the older days which seemed like eons ago, in reality the past he held on to so tightly was just one school year ago. Just one year ago the three of them spent everyday together, told secrets like girls almost would, in fact they had no secrets. One summer consisting of a divorce and a marriage in their respected families edged in this change.

"What Bill?" Sam breaks his eyes from the nothingness it had been settled on, finally sensing something slightly aque.

"I think I love her."

"Love? Who?" Neal spoke into the notebook, head not lifted up to meet their eyes.

"Vicky. Ever since Mona's party I ju -"

"Oh not that shit again Bill! Come on it was funny the first half dozen times, now its getting old." Bill tried not to allow the hurt to show in his face at Sam's harsh words.

"I'm not lying!"

"Bill seriously even if you did make out with Vicky Appleby why she go out with you? Just look at Sam and Cindy, cheerleader and people like us don't go. Simple as that. Nice to think about, nice to dream about, but for fucks sake its not containable!" Neal hissed, spit flying from his lips after finally looking up.

"Perhaps all she needs is a different sort of man, the total opposite of the guys she usually goes out with."

"He's right Bill, just look at Cindy and I, it won't work." Bill looks back to his half eaten sandwich, remembering a time when he would be encouraged to follow his feelings, along with the jabbings; now it was only the jabbing.