"That was inconsiderate! You know what, it's my fault for treating you as a teammate. You'd never have our backs, so I also shouldn't have bothered rushing to help you! That was on me!"
I was quietly slurping down my stew, which had gone cold.
I needed to eat even though I had no appetite because two idiots couldn't seem to leave me alone to even let me have my lunch in peace.
Michael was standing to my right, shouting at me things I couldn't care to pay mind to. Things like morals, integrity, team spirit, and all those fancy words.
Honestly, I stopped listening even before he opened his mouth.
Jake, from across me, was smirking scornfully at the sight of Michael's furious face. From time to time, he was also adding what he presumed to be snarky comments.
They weren't snarky. They were lame.
But each time he did that, his smirk grew a bit wider.