I sat down and placed my tray with a subway meal, diet cola and a pack of Oreo cookies on the crappy plastic table. Jessica sat opposite with, a Caesar salad. I mean, a SALAD. "Are you a Vegan?" I asked, half shaking.
"No, it's part of a cancer/tumor diet, you wouldn't underst-, shit I'm sorry, I forgot"
"It is an easy thing to forget" I was very annoyed, girls can be such bitches sometimes, God!
I was about to bite into my subway when I heard a groggy voice call from behind,
"CYPRUS!, get over here you fat fuck!"
"Two minutes Jess"
I push out my chair and walk over to him to avoid a public confrontation.
"Yes Tom?" I questioned.
Looking up at his brown hair jagged jaw line from many child hood beatings.
In a blur I suddenly felt myself hit a table and flipping back with it. I stumbled to my feet and wiped my nose, seeing blood on my hand. I charged screaming, "FUCK YOU!"
I ran, putting my right foot on a chair, I propelled myself into the air and swung my 'arm' into the side of his head, flooring him instantly. I trotted back over to Jessica and sat down,
"Don't, call, me, Jess"
💋 💋 💋
We are the rest of our meal in silence, only talking as her mum started to walk over to us. She started smiling,
"You've made some friends!" She squealed.
Jess started to blush, she nodded to her mum, stood up, winked at me and turned to leave.
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Time's Up
Lãng mạnTime is precious. Especially when you lost you left arm due to terminal cancer, Or if you have multiple brain trumors. The book split between two teenagers on one mad love story. Until they meet life is as normal as can be, but things can always ta...
