You like red?

That is no way to talk to a lady!

How can sombody be so perfect? To him it was so easy. My sister argued with my parents while I painted my nails black, personally I hate that color but he loves black so I have to love it. My door slammed open, "Westa." "Villa." I replied back. "Your really trying to impress him?" Villa stared at my nails, clearly uninterested. "Yes! I think I have a chance, my hair is naturally black my jacket, and my nails. He will love me!" Villa rolled her eyes, "He's uninterested." She walked out. I rolled my eyes back and grabbed the knife from my dresser. Time for the bus.
How are buses so loud? Especially when there's five people in it. Including 3 nerds who don't talk! Maybe it's because his best friend has a very loud voice. They were both infront of me so I knew what I had to do. I stood up carefully on the moving bus and tried to snatch a piece of his hair and it worked. I quickly ducked back down and crawled under the seat. So gross but so smart. "Who the hell just did that!?" Aw! He thinks it's romantic.

Before school, outside

"Hey!" I hugged him from behind. "Oh my god you look cold, take my jacket!" I quickly took it off and gave it to him. "It's your favorite color!" He looked at me with a weird expression. "You are weird..." he slowly stepped back. "You look freezing please take it!" I demanded. "I don't like black.. it doesn't go with my outfit. Something red would look good..?" He stepped back even more. "You don't like black?" I was furious. "No, I don't." "You like red..?" I asked. He slowly nodded his head. I'd had enough. I slowly grabbed the knife from my backpack and said, "That is no way to talk to a lady! She gives you a jacket, and you decline." I took the knife and slit his throat. "Now you can have red, ungrateful boy." "Westa no!" He fainted, I laughed.