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📍:: south end pub !! 💋:: first encounter..
i came to pubs often, and i often came alone.. but tonight.. things were different.. i had him with me.. the rude bloke i called my boy.
i was an american girl i moved here at age 10, and yet.. i'm still not all that used to it.
i look around the crowded and loud pub my eyes drift back over to robbie.. my jock. we were so different.. at this point i had no idea why i was with him..
"pretty packed huh? it wouldn't be like this if we went to a sports bar instead" robbie snickered, a smirk sprawled across his face.
"oh shut up..yknow your friends there always make fun of me.." i spoke trying my best to keep my gaze away from him, i couldn't even look at him..he disgusted me.. but he's all i had.. i have nowhere else to stay..
that's when he happened.
the door flies open and everyone cheers upon first glance, this causes me to look over.. my eyes are greeted by a tall, six foot sumthin', wick having, dark skinned, punk rocker who seems to be the life of the party.
"what a show off... why are you looking at him? stop looking at him.. he looks like he causes nothing but trouble.. i don't want you around him ever, you could get hurt"
those words make me cringe.
he says this as if he hasn't put his hands on me before, as if i hadn't feared for my life in his presence.. as if i hadn't trembled at the slightest raise of his hands.
"if he's a show off what are you?" i spoke angrily, he loves to judge someone by first glance.. was he threatened that maybe i'd find someone more similar to me? someone better?
"if he's dangerous then.. what. are. you? huh?" "what? you wanna do this here? really?" "yeah let's do this here!" "don't make me look-" like the bad guy.. "look like what? a dunce?" i say now rising up from my seat.
he ends up starting an elaborate argument with me. getting loud and gaining everyone's attention... and lord i was embarrassed.
"you never understand me! i don't even know why i fucking started dating you!! you're so backwards! you always slap a label on everyone! well y'know what i say abou' that!? i say fuck you! fuck your labels! fuck your rich family of snobs! fuck your golf! your football! fuck you robert! get tha fuck outta of here!!" i yell, it goes quiet.
"i'm backwards?? your fathers a c-" he starts, then suddenly going silent.
i hear someone approach me from behind, their boots clunking the ground.. he places his hand on my shoulder
"ey wagwan?, s'this mug botherin' you?" i heard a rich cockney voice boom. "a bit yeah..." i say as i stare rob down, he looks absolutely betrayed..
