Chapter 2
About halfway down the road I realized that I had forgotten the movie that Regina and I were planning on watching today. Shit, now I have to go back to that mad house, I said to myself out loud. Spinning around in the street, to head back to get the stupid movie, I saw a boy standing across the street from me just starring at me looking dumbfounded.
"What, can I help you?" I snapped out.
I knew I was being a bitch but I was not in the mood to walk all the way home to get a stupid movie that I honestly really didn't even want to watch.
"Oh uh nothing, sorry," he said as he started to shuffle down the road.
I started to walk home, when I began to feel bad about my rudeness towards the boy. Maybe I shouldn't have been so mean to him, he never did anything to me, well besides stare at me like a creeper. All this went through my mind until I realized that I had stopped right in the middle of the street. Sighing I turned around to call the boy over to me so I could apologize for my rudeness.
"Hey, wait come here" I called to him.
The boy stopped and slowly turned around. I could see on his face that he was unsure whether or not I was talking to him or someone else.
"Yes you, the one dressed in black" I called to him.
Uncertainly the boy started walking very slowly over to me. After an extremely long ten seconds I decided that he was taking too long, so I jogged up to him closing the distance between us. Just as I was about to stop, the toe of my sneaker caught on a broken piece of the road, and I stumbled right into the boys arms.
"Damn it I'm so sorry" I said planting myself back on my feet.
"Oh no it's fine, it's not any day that I get yelled at by a stranger and then have them fling themselves in your arms" he said huffily.
"Ummm excuse me?" I said a little taken aback. " I did not fling myself into your arms I tripped trying to apologize for snapping at you but clearly I didn't need to do that because you are a prick! I said slightly raising my voice. I don't know what it was but something about this boy makes my blood boil. Why am I letting myself get so upset I was the one who was being mean first.
"A prick really? Is that what I am? A prick would have just let you fall on your stupid bitchy face!" he said defending himself.
"My face is not bitchy. That doesn't even make sense!" I practically growled at him.
"Yes it does, you know what? Whatever, I don't care thanks for the apology" he said raising his hand in a saluting gesture as he started to walk away from me.
"I never apologized to you! You know what, you deserved it, maybe you shouldn't stare at people like some creepy stalker" I yelled after him.
"Bye".
"Jerk" I screamed after his fleeting figure.
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