Mr. Anti Romantic

The Battle

That last slice of Hawaiian pizza is mine . . . If anyone dares to snatch it, I wouldn't mind to start world war three.

Your heart looking eyes glue onto the last cheesy slice of Hawaiian pizza which was laying flat on the pizza plate. Extra pineapples . . . Ham . . . Cheese. Your hands grip onto your plate tightly as you make your way through the crowded people who were lining up for the chocolate fountain.

I could live in this buffet 24/7. This is heaven. . .

You were standing right in front of the pizza section and you were aiming for the last slice of the Hawaiian pizza. You grab the pizza server tongs and reach for it.

And the pizza disappeared. Your eyes widened.

Where'd the pizza go? You look at the empty pizza stool. The last slice of your favourite pizza was gone.

But that's when your brain recalls a tattooed hand which snatched the pizza while you were going to grab it.

You look besides you finding a well dressed man, who was wearing a light blue suit, with a white shirt, unbuttoned quarterly, leaning against the counter while shoving the pizza you claimed in his mouth.

You blink your eyes once, twice in shock.

Your blood starts to boil since you hated it when people stole your food. Especially your favourite. How dare he grab the pizza with his hands. Where's the hygiene?! You stare at him as he finished the pizza. Your eyes started to twitch and your hands itched wanting to slap him so bad. But instead, you step onto his foot.

The guys eyes widened with his mouth stuffed with the pizza, his cheeks puffed like a chipmunk, as he started to hop around, holding the foot you stepped on. He looked back at you and gave a glare. Gulping down the food, he cleared his throat.

It must be painful, my timberland boots are heavy and thicc as fvck.

His mouth parted ready to speak but he stopped himself. He grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth before looking at his reflection in the glass. He fixes his hair and suit before turning back towards you.

"Excuse me? What was that for?" He asks with a pissed tone. "You stole my pizza" you answered, crossing your arms. He scoffed. "No I didn't" he says. "That last slice of the Hawaiian pizza was mine" you try your best to not raise your voice.

"Was it? I don't remember seeing a name on it . . ." He utters.

"Listen here you son of a bitch. I was in line first but you came out of no where and snatched the damn pizza from the side. There's cameras if you want proof" His left brow cocks at your words.

"I mean, go ahead and check the cameras. And so what if I did snatch it, what are you going to do? Report me?. . . It's too late. I ate it already" he gives you a fake smile before walking away but you walk up to him and grab his tie.

You drag him back to where he was standing earlier and tug on his tie, bringing his face closer towards you. "Listen here Mr. jerk. I don't have a problem with anything else, but I just wanted to let you know that I hate it when people take my food. Food is the most important thing to me. If this happens again, don't blame me if you wake up the next morning, screened on national television, reported as murdered" You utter as if your rapping out lyrics to Agust D. His face was stunned and his eyes were as wide as two sauce pans.

You yank him away and turn around, walking the opposite way, back towards your seat.

You sit down in a thud and your mum looks at you, confused. "What's wrong sweetheart?" She says and you roll your eyes. "Don't call me that. I just had to deal with a jerk for stealing my food" you tell her and she chuckles.

"Do you believe in destiny?" She asks out of the blue. Y/n's brows crush in confusion and disbelief. "No. That's all bullshit" you say and your father who was sitting in front of you talks up. "Maybe that man you met earlier would become someone important in your life. You never know" you scoff loudly at his words.

"Hell to the no no. I don't believe that and I don't claim that. I don't want to have anything to do with him, ever again. If! . . . I'm just saying, if I see him again, I will rip off his hair—"

Your words get cut off by someone bumping into your head from behind. "Ouch! . . . Watch where your going—" you rub your head and look back. Your eyes widened. What's with my luck today? You slam your hands onto the table and push yourself off your seat.

"Are. You. Serious? You did that on purpose didn't you?" You yell at the same jerk who just stood there smirking, with a cup of wine in his hands. Everyone's attention in this buffet fell onto the both of you. Your mum kept on tugging on your hoodie, telling you to sit down but instead you roll up your sleeves.

"I guess I'll have to show you a little lesson" with that, the guy started to run and you kick your chair away, chasing after him.

After chasing him around the huge buffet in circles, both of you stop running and calm down, catching your breaths. The cup of wine was still in his hand and you were surprised that it didn't tip. You smirk.

With fast moves, your hand reaches towards the bottom of his cup and slap it upwards causing everything in the wine cup to pour out, onto the guy. His used to be baby blue suit was violet, stained with red wine. While his white shirt was completely stained with a burgundy colour. He inhales and his eyes roll towards you. You give him a fake smile and turn away but a shattering sound next to you cause you to flinch. You look onto the floor next to you finding the glass he was holding earlier, shattered everywhere on the floor. The buffet fell quiet.

"Your paying for my $17,229 suit you reckless cunt" He spits from behind you and you freeze in shock. Everyone around you, the audience all gasp in shock.

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