Fearless Beings

Chapter 10

Warning: *unedited*
Tom's POV
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"You are the one who started it!" Mia yells.

"Keep telling yourself that ..." I roll my eyes.

It isn't my fault. She gets mad pretty easily. I just bumped into her in the streets and caused the cup of fruit juice she was holding to fall over her chest and damp her.

"And by ACCIDENT you say!" She throws her arms in the air.

"Gee, would you lessen your high pitched volume?"

"Only if you lessened your immaturity level. I have a plane to catch!"

"It's not as if I did it on purpose. Stop blaming it on me! Besides, if I were you, I'd go and change that white blouse right now."

"Right. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have felt the need to do so, dumbo." She scoffs.

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me, box for a brain."

"I- "

"Whatever, dickhead."She glares at the floor. "Even my papers are soaked! Look at them."

"What papers?" I glance at her other hand and sure enough, there is a stack of papers in her hands.

She rolls her eyes. "You know, they're these thin sheets that are originally made from wood. I bet you failed Bio."

"Hey!"

"You, Thomas Cantor, have the maturity of a toddler. Needless to say, you lack brain cells and therefore, you can't/won't/and never would think. I suggest you go and check your mental health, because apparently, your brain works at a snailpace!"

"Now that was just mean." I fume at her.

"No, so you're telling me that bumping to a lady on her way to the airport and damping fruit juice on her white blouse is absolutely generous, right?" People stop walking to stare at us.

"IT WASN'T MY FAULT, MIA!!! I was going on a morning run and then boom! The universe had to make you stand here so that I could bump into you while I was checking my phone. Let me tell you this: someone up there clearly loves you."

"Who's the dickface who checks his phone while running?" She raises a challenging brow.

"And how on the planet would I have known that I'll bump into your crazy ass this beautiful morning?" I retaliate.

"Of course you wouldn't have known, you inconsiderate jerk!" she shouts.

"Says the blunt bitch!" I shout back.

"Narrow-minded, self-loathing asshole!"

"You do have a death wish, don't you?" I laugh as she scowl.

"I can only ask you the same," she deadpan.

"I don't."

She snorts. "You don't tell me."

"Oh, please! Look at your sorry ass, sucks to be you. I mean, who would like to go on a trip to France only to have an annoyingly handsome guy spoil her blouse? And getting her late for her trip." I smirk.

She looks down at the watch on her wrist and lets out a yelp. "I'M LATE! Because of you, you-"

"Insanely hot dude, hotter than you have the right to be and could never be compared to the sun." I wink at her. "Why? Thank you, Miss Clumsy."

"I'm not clumsy." She sighs, sitting on the road pavement. "Thank you, Cantor, for making my life choke with melancholy and offering me the idea of committing self-destruction. In other ways, suicide."