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Brett's POV

Today at the ice cream parlor,
I saw her.

She had on a black dress that had red cherries on it; it didn't dip into a deep V-neck like Victoria's (the girl who likes me and won't leave me alone even though I try to get her off of me constantly). No. Mia's dress slants even higher to where a necklace would be. She didn't have a necklace.

Instead she had on bright red lipstick
With her hair draping down her back.
Her Aviators sat on top of her chocolate hair.

Her legs were covered in black leggings
Accommodated by at least five inch red high heels.

She looked good.

But I shifted deeper into the booth and pulled up my hood. My baby cousin just smiled at me and kept eating his banana split.

I watched you order, and the girl yelled out a vanilla mocha.

That's my is favorite.

A beef guy walked up to you, and you gave him a pathetic smile. He took it and grabbed your shoulder, whispering something into your ear.
I was about to turn away until I saw you shift out of his grasp.

You said, "Get off of me."
Your eyes were grave.
And your voice was deep.

He smirked.

You glanced at your coffee. Your hand twitched. Maybe you thought about tossing it on him.

But instead you said, "Get off of me."

His grip tightened and you took a step back to make his arm outstretched.

Your eyes were alight.
Not with happiness
But with fire.

You pulled your elbow into his and then your fist went flying through the air, cracking right into his jaw.

The jerk fell into a table...
He landed on ice cream.

You just looked around, smiled, grabbed your coffee, slid your Aviators onto your face, and walked out.

I have to say...
That was braver than anything
I would've done.