The Best of Her

Chapter three

Mavis.

"Fuck off."

"Excuse me?" The dude trying to make a conversation with me while I was waiting for my coffee asked offended as if I was the one talking his ear off.

Not even looking at him I say again, "clean the shit from your ears, I won't repeat again."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he shouts all of a sudden.

What is with men and asking me this stupid question.

I turn to him, finding his face red from embarrassment. He couldn't take rejection, no men can and it's starting to get exhausting.

"I'm the bitch who is going to slap the shit out of you if you don't fuck off," I say starting to get irritated with him.

I Wonder if he will have a stupid friend to save his ass too. I don't like that I'm thinking of him, I don't like him but then again I don't like anyone. But he somehow got under my skin, acting all mighty and shit, It somehow feels fake to me, maybe because I never had a real friend or maybe I am just a hateful person. I guess we will never know.

The girl at the counter calls my name and I go get my coffee but the stubborn jackass keeps following me. "You think you are all that when you're just a dumb bitch."

I sigh but don't respond, I just pay for my coffee and exit the store. I only take a few steps out before a hand grabs my arm. "I'm talking to you,"

I felt my skin cripple around where his hands touched me. Before I could say or do anything a third voice jumped in. "Hey babe, you're ready to go?"

I turn to see June (ridiculous name but I can't say shit when my name is Mavis), with his pearly white smile looking down at me like he won a million dollar. His brown eyes looked softer today.

I don't like it.

The piece of shit let my hand go and observed my superman with careful eyes. He probably feels intimidated by the height and little muscle June has. Alright, maybe not little muscles but I'm too pity to admit that he is conventionally attractive. But surely not my type.

"I didn't know she had a boyfriend," he says putting his hands in his pockets. I scoff at his cowardice, and what's even worst is that he is addressing him and not me.

"Pathetic," I tell before turning on my heel and walking away. It's my favorite word to describe men honestly.

I heard him curse and June saying something to soothe him or whatever he did to his little friend.

"You're going to get in trouble if you continue acting that way," He caught up with me quicker than I expected.

Here comes one of his morality pep talks that I did not ask for. "I didn't ask for your opinion, and don't ever call me babe again. "

"Yet, I give it to you anyway," he asserts. He was close behind me but yet not close enough to invade my personal space. "My bad for trying to help."

That's the thing that irritates me, why does he try to help me when he doesn't even know me? He met me twice and one time I called his friend pathetic, which didn't leave us on friendly terms. So why in the hell does he try to help me?

"Do you have a savior complex?" I ask my tone sarcastic, yet I still want to know if he does have one.

"No I don't, I just like helping people."

"Even if it's none of your business?"

"If you insult my friend, I'm going to stick up for him," he replies so proudly it annoys me.

I chuckle at his statement, "now, you going to preach about the power of friendship rainbow dash?"

I feel him halt in his track and I somehow ended up stopping and facing him. He had a questionable expression plastered on his stupidly handsome face, "did you just compare me to a pony from a cartoon?"

"Don't let that stop you from telling me about the magic of friendship," I deadpanned.

He glared, not enjoying being made fun of. "You're so infuriating,"

I half smile, enjoying this. "Oh that's a big word for you Dash, don't think they use that in the world of ponies."

He rolls his eyes, "shut up,"

I take a step closer to him and tilt my head to the side, "do you want to be twilight because you're the leader of your little friend group?"

He glowers at me, "I'm no one's leader."

I don't know why but I am so enjoying getting under this boy's skin. "Really? Then why did applejack boy listen to you?"

Applejack because he has blond hair and overconfidence that reeks off him like an ugly perfume.

"Stop with this stupid my little pony reference," he orders annoyance lacing his tone.

I smiled and shrugged, "alright whatever you say, Dash."

A frustrated groan escapes him and I chuckle before I turn around and continue my way.

"Normal people say goodbye when they leave," he shouts behind me.

That's the thing, I'm far from normal. A normal person wouldn't want to punch another human being just for breathing too loud, a normal person wouldn't want to rip her skin off if someone touches her.

I turn one last time and shout back, "I guess I'm not normal then."