"The Story So Far?" She asked. "How are they?"

"Good. You wouldn't like them," was my reply. I didn't want her to start liking them because it was a thing that I liked and wanted to keep to myself. 

"Do you really think I wouldn't like them or do you just not want me to listen to them?"

"I really don't think you'd like them," I lied. She would. 

No one else was listening.  

Just a moment later, she burst, "19 downloaded." 

Insert curse here. No, stop, you can't like the music I like! Stop it. Quit!

I called her out on it. "Seriously?"

Everybody at my table looked at me. They tried to force an answer out of me as to why I was upset with her. I finally explained that she wanted to start listening to a band I liked and I didn't want her to. 

The table erupted.

"Wow."

"I can't believe she just said that."

"If anything you should be happy she wants to like what you like."

"Selfish."

"You're being rude."

Yeah, maybe. Maybe I am but, the table bombarded me with insults and continued to do so. I was hurt and no one understood and I felt my heart sink and I started shaking. Everyone looked at me. I sank in my seat. I tried to hide my face with my hair as they hurled their insults. "Never mind," was all I remember saying. "Never mind." That's all I could say but they didn't stop looking at me. I exploded, too. "Stop looking at me," I shouted to him, "Stop looking at me!" And I didn't raise my gaze towards anyone else. I didn't look at anything. My gaze was fixed on the table. And it stayed there.