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Chapter 7: Battle Bruises
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There comes a time in every young girl's life where she must go through a near death experience. It was a natural rite of passage, such as experiencing the painful misery of cramps for the first time or deciding you want bangs and regretting it immediately after you cut them yourself in the bathroom (you know, the usual "just girly things"). Which is why I fear, that for me, my speed date with the grim reaper had finally arrived.
My soon to be death came in the form of a blood shot glare, of teeth bared in a snarl, of fist that were balled up at the sides, trembling with the impending threat of wrapping around my neck.
There was no sugar coating it. Philip-I-just-got-punched-in-the-nose-Kim was well and truly pissed. And it was all because of my itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny slip of the hand. E- Er, at least that's the lame excuse I was going to give in the vain effort to not get beaten within an inch of my life.
"A... a- ahaha! Oof, well this is a w k w a r d ~ !" My laughter came out with the grace of a cat choking on a hair ball. I clasped my hands together, leveling him with a totally award winning 'IscrewedupimsorrypleasedonthurtmehhhhIIIIIEEEE!!!' smile. "So, um. Sorry about the n- nose. That was my bad. I'll uh, go to the back and get you some ice?"
"Y... Y- you..." Kim grit out, face turning as red as the blood dripping out of his nose. It seems he didn't hear a word of my offer/not so subtle attempt to escape as he took a threatening step forward.
I jumped, taking a few frightened steps back. "A- a- and how about I pay for the dry cleaning too?"
He took another step. I gulped. "Ehehe... well, how about I also treat you to a d- drink? Do you prefer coffee or tea-?"
"You BITCH!"
"HIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!" I shrieked as Kim launched towards me like a feral flying squirrel. Oh crap baskets, he looked ready to KILL ME! I quickly rushed behind one of the nearby pool tables to use it as a barrier between us, mouth verbally barfing up any excuse I could think of to stop his rage.
"I'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRY! I didn't mean to punch you I'm sorry I swear my hand really did slip!"
"Like hell I'm gonna believe that shit excuse!" He snarled, fingers digging into the green fabric of the pool table. "Look what you did to my face you dumb broad! And you got blood on my Gucci shirt! You know how much this shit costs?!"
"Oh crap, is that really Gucci- EEEK!" Kim darted to the side of the table to grab me and in a flurry of movement, we had traded places. "L- L- Look man! I'll- I'll pay you back for the shirt! Pinky promise!"
"With what money bitch?! You look broke as hell!"
"W- well, true but you don't gotta be so rude about it-"
"Oh, don't you try to talk to me about fucking manners after the shit you just pulled!"
"Oh c'mon, I said I was sorry!"
"You think an apologies' gonna fix this?!"
"I mean,,, I did offer to get you coffee-
"ARRRGHH! WHY YOU LITTLE-"
"HIEEEEE!"
Round and round we went, me dodging every attempt for Kim to grab me by juking him around the pool table. Objectively speaking, I knew that I should face the consequences of my actions like a responsible young lady. But, well, pain was painful and I wasn't a big fan of that. And subjectively speaking, he did put his hands on me first, so I would say what I did was justified self-defense. But of course, technicalities like that didn't matter in the face of a pissed-off delinquent trying to throttle me. He clearly wasn't in the mood to hear any of it.
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