Malarkey || VAR!Lookism

III. [Name]ism - the new era

"What? You wanna fight? I'll gouge your eyes out, you punk."

Ever since Johan left/dumped her, the girl got even more aggressive towards people, if that was even possible.

Picking fights left and right, she didn't care who was in the wrong. All she cared about was relieving her anger towards the doggie boy.

Just he waits until she finds him. She'll torture him (with love) until he grovels at her feet.

Back to the fight...

"HUH? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"

"Zack! Not again! Stop it!"

"I'll stop when that bitch drops dead"

With that, he got into his boxing stance. He had no intention of hitting her. Rather, he was just trying to scare her off. He was an asshole, sure, but he'd never raise his hand against a woman.

But before he could even react, [Name] aimed straight at his face, poking his eyes with full force.

Luckily for him, he just so happened to be closing his eyes when that happened but damn did it hurt like hell.

"Zack!"

"You.. fucking... FUCKING BITCH!" He clutched his eyes in pain, nevermind what he said before, nevermind the quote not hitting a flower even with a woman, he'll be hitting this whole damn tropical forest with a bitch.

(Zack's words, not mine guys, I swear)

[Name] bent down, feigning as if she were tying her shoelaces, her fingers fumbling with imaginary laces.

The man, who she learned was named 'Zack', seeing her crouched down and seemingly vulnerable, lunged forward and threw a powerful punch.

But she had anticipated his attack. With a fluid motion, she lowered herself even further, the punch sailing harmlessly over her head. She then swiftly stood back up, an impish grin on her face. "Try again," she teased, her voice filled with playful mockery.

'Malarkey...this girl is the definition of malarkey!' He thought inside his head.

He stood there awkwardly, still in his previous stance, before clapping his hands as he pretended to capture the mosquitoes.

"A-Anyways, I'll leave you. Tsk, be grateful that you're a woman!"

"What does that have to do with anything?" She stood back up, still looking at her shoes as she spoke.

"I don't hit women!" He bragged.

"Don't hit women or can't hit this woman?" One thing about [Name] was that she she loathed being underestimated, she didn't give a damn about her opponent's ideology, all she cared about was a good fight, so they had better come at her with all they got.

"A-ah! Y-you! FUCK! Mira! You don't like fighting, right? Let's go! I don't want you to waste time on this bitch."

"Fucking pussy...." she muttered and watched him walk away before turning her head around to see a crowd looking at the scene "Fuck? Wanna die?"

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And that was how [Name] became a newtube star.

""DON'T HIT WOMEN OR CAN'T HIT THIS WOMAN?" - A REAL FEMINISM ICON, WHO IS SHE?"

Watching the video play on the TV from a store display, a shadow casted over her eyes as she kept muttering curses to herself.

Don't get her wrong, she wasn't angry because she went viral because of some fight.