Sleepy-time Disaster Movie

It happened again. Minding my own business in a cafeteria somewhere with her and two of her faceless companions; one of which seems to know me well enough to have an opinion of my emotional issues. Then, out of nowhere she starts talking about how she doesn't even want to talk to him 'cuz he's such an asshole and I think to myself: "excellent." Then what does she do? Interesting you should ask. She then gets up, walks to the other side of the cafeteria toward the back, finds him, talks to him and walks down a back hallway with him and out of my sight. I am livid. Then, to make matters worse, the girl next to me defends her when she gets back and tells me that I need to reconsider the way I approach this and other situations of sensitive issue. So I do. I start in my normal way - "I thought you weren't going to...Blah, blah" - and then broach the topic anew with a more concerned tone and an understanding look on my face. I have to justify my new approach at first to the cunt to my left before I can continue. I hate her. Not HER, the girl to my left. She was supporting this awful, Godless event. I want to kill her. Then everything turns out hunky dorey. I think ninety or so percent of winning arguments just relies on the correct inflection.