Lucifer was in the middle of the mall with his girlfriend, Bridgette. He was on one knee, reciting poetry by Lord Byron. He said it with a fake strange accent that made bridgette physically cringe. Her face was a bright red, and she slowly backed away from him, trying to make it seem like she wasn't with him.
She felt bad for him. She liked him, but he was so horribly cringe. She wanted him to stop, but every time she tried to address it, he would completely drop the subject and do something else, which was more than likely to be more cringey than the poetry.
"A-alright lucifer. I get it. You love me." She said, trying to make him stop. "Erm bridgette, I'm not even done the second santaza." He said before going right back to reading the poetry loud enough for the entire mall to turn heads. She looked around, judging eyes boring into her bright red face.
She felt tears well up in her eyes, and she covered her face with her hands. "Oh god..." She groaned. It was just too much. And when she thought it couldn't get worse, it did.
"Hey, fire cracker!" She felt a milk carton being thrown at her head. She balled up her fists and let them fall to her sides. "Emo freak! You're really reading poetry with that cougar fucker?" Her bully Brent humiliated her. She growled in anger and clenched her teeth in anger.
Lucifer cleared his throat to gain all of her attention again. "Just ignore them bridgette, its not worth it." He said. Tears completely blurred her vision, and she started to shake. "Aw, she's gonna cry!" Brent and his friends started to laugh at her. She let out a sob and ran to the bathroom in embarrassment.
"Bridgette, wait! I didn't know my reading would put you in such a trance!" Lucifer got up to chase after her. "Hey grandpa, you got any more shakespear to read for the whole mall?" Brent laughed.
Lucifer turned around to face his girlfriends bully. "Actually, Brent, it's Lord Byron. Don't be a bonehead, you gibface." He then ran off to catch his girlfriend. Brent and his little clan stood there laughing at the two.
Bridgette was in the bathroom sobbing. Her black eyeliner ran down her face, and she stared at the mirror. "I have to break up with him." She told herself. It made her heart swell with pity, but she couldn't keep putting herself under all of this stress. He was just too much! Maybe he could find a nerd girl to get along with. She had no idea why he chose her anyway. She's a goth kid, and he's a total book freak.
It didn't make sense. It wasn't meant to be. She didn't truly love him as much as lucifer loves her. She wouldn't want to lead him on anyway, so it's better to get it over with now. She let out a deep breath and wiped the tears off her face. "Let's just get this over with." She said.
She opened the bathroom door, immediately hitting lucifer in the face with it by accident. She gasped and covered her mouth. "I'm so sorry!" She apologized. Lucifer held his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. "Owww! That hurt!" He whined, almost like he was about to cry.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were there!" She said. She tried putting his hands away to see the damage she's done, and if she was able to help or not. His nose was a bright red, and a little blood dripped from it. Her eyebrows furrowed with guit. Now she couldn't even break up with him. She already broke his nose. "It's alright." He sighed.
Tears pricked his eyes, and now she felt even worse. "Oh god..." She said. "Is it bad?" Lucifer asked. She shook her head. "Well, not really." She reached over and touched him, and he quickly recoiled. "I think it's broken!" He said.
She felt so bad that she couldn't possibly break up with him now. "Alright, I'll call my mom to come get us." She grabbed his hand and led him over to a phone. She pulled a black and red handkerchief from her pocket and gave it to him, hoping it would help with the blood.
