"I feel bad," Fatty muttered, following her friends with her plump legs trudging under the Pay and Play shed, seeking refuge from the glaring sun.
Sharp Eyes let out a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes as if the idea was utterly absurd. "Are you fucking serious? How can you feel bad for him?" She fanned herself lazily with her hand, shooting a sharp glance at Fatty. "And here I thought the only soft thing about you was your fat. Now you're telling me your heart's soft too? Quit kidding around."
"Ugh." Fatty's face tightened in frustration as she slumped a little. "Why do you always have to use such cruel words?"
Sharp Eyes smirked, unapologetic. "Shut the fuck up. That's just how I am. Sue me."
Fatty shook her head, exasperated. "At least show a little guilt, you know? We lied to him. That's not right."
Nerdy, who had been quiet and was trying to ignore the conversation, now looked visibly irritated. "Tch, it's not like that," she cut in.
