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Kung Fu Fighting

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SPOV

I still can't believe that fucker actually asked me out for coffee to 'catch up'. Yeah right, more like he wanted to get more ammo for his insult gun.

Sometimes I am so clever I scare myself.

I still haven't gotten the chance to go apartment hunting, for I have no means of transportation. Apparently some people never learned how to properly drive. Not that I'm saying any names.

Cough.

I'm still pissed about the whole ordeal. I only had that car for ten minutes. Only that shit would happen to me.

It is now five o'clock, and I'm completely bored out of my mind. I've been trying to find things to do to pass the time, but it hasn't been working out that well. I even tried calling Liam so he could entertain me…that didn't end up too great either.

But I will not lie. I do miss him and I'm really glad he'll be here with me.

Anyway, I have absolutely nothing to do. I tried sunbathing, but the raindrops became painful and I realized where I was. I tried working on my novel, but I just wasn't in the zone.

So here I am.

Now I'm even madder at Senor douche bag. He is the reason for my boredom. Maybe I should have said yes to his offer, it would have at least given me something to do and some time to mess with him.

Nah.

I'd rather be bored out of my psychotic mind than face anymore of his teasing. I'm almost positive that he would find at least one thing about me to make fun of.

I'm not getting on that bus.

I started to impatiently drum my fingers along the flat surface of the table. Getting into it, I began rocking my head back and forth. Before I could stop it, my voice rang out through the house. My singing didn't match the 'beat', but that didn't bother me. After a while, my loser moment passed and I was still bored.

I checked the time.

Five-o-one.

Here I sit. In the same seat that I have been occupying for the last hour, forty-three minutes, and thirty-two seconds.

I heard the doorbell ring and praised the heavens. At least it's something. I did a weird little dance to the door, but stopped before I reached it in an effort to at least seem normal. As if.

I opened up the door to find a little old lady. The kind that looked like she would bake you pies and chocolate-chip cookies and other shit like that. I was about to say a friendly hello, but she soon cut me off.

"You bitch," she said in a raspy smoker's voice.

"Pardon?" I asked a little taken aback. What the fuck?