How the fuck does he know my name?
It's like he's fucking stalking me. I hate Blue's guts already, and I just took notice of him. And considering my state of mind, I just know things are going to escalate quickly.
"How the fuck do you know my name? Are you fucking stalking me, Blue?"
He looks confused with his mouth ajar and his head slightly tilted to the side. Blue scratches the back of his neck.
"Well, no. I saw your name on your work tag when I walked pass - ."
"I didn't ask for your life story, fucker." I know it he wasn't telling me his life story, but I said it anyway. I turn on my toes and shout over my shoulder. "Now stop following me, you dipshit."
But he is persist.
"Tippy - "
"Hey, fucker! Do you not know the concept of 'stop following me'? It means don't talk to me anymore. Did you get that through you're thick skull, Blue?"
"I know, Tippy," I hate how my name sounds on his tongue. It practically just ruined my whole fucking name, "but I really need you to - "
"Holy fuck! Just shut up! I don't want to talk to you, Blue!" I need to stop calling him Blue, but I don't care enough to learn his real name.
He moves his lips as if he is about to speak, and I just lost it.
Without a flicker of hesitation, I throw my bottle at him. I know I shouldn't have done it, he could've been seriously hurt, but my sense of reason is completely gone right now.
Blue ducks down, avoiding the bottle. I hear the bottle shatter behind him with a sour look on my face. Although I know it's wrong, a part of me still wanted it to hit him.
I spin on my toes and walk home, avoiding Blue's calls toward me. Now I really know that I hate Blue, and the way his says my name.
I just might start using my real name.
