Surviving You

Chapter 3

Here - Alessia Cara

The Insult War

No. I choose to believe that. I want to say 'that did not just happen', but the liquid running down my thighs might say otherwise.

He kept his mouth closed in a straight line when he spots me, like he didn't even care about what he just did. His perfect natural brown hair is surprisingly attractive in it's untamed bed head style. The black leather jacket he wore over a navy blue V neck makes his broad shoulders stand out. Filling the space in between the jacket lies a single chain holding two silver dog tags. He was strikingly handsome with his 'bad boy' and 'heartbreaker' vibe.

Stop it. We will not, under any circumstances fall for this scumbag.

No. It was a mistake. It had to be. I didn't do anything for that gorgeous pig to splash his drink all over me. What if he suffers from hand seizures and accidentally had one the split second he turned around. Yup. That is by far the only reasonable explanation I have to this horrible situation. Soon he'll know he made a mistake and apologize for his wrong doing. I bet he's a nice person.

"Shit," the mystery boy grumbled to his other friends behind him "I just wasted a perfect half cup all over this bimbo."

OK. Scratch that. Obviously he suffers brain damage too because that didn't quite sound like he apologized.

Don't you just hate it when you strategically plan a conversation in your head, but when you really are talking to the person, they don't follow the script?

"Um... Ex-Exuse me? " I stutter looking at him in his intense blue, ocean like eyes, that someone could get lost in. Did this douche just say what I think he said? I replay it in my mind but every time he still comes out looking like a complete ass. Somebody needs to be brought down a few pegs. As he is about to say it again I interrupt him and retort with "Don't worry there's no reason to repeat your self I ignored you just fine the first time."

Honestly, he looks pretty shocked. And strikingly handsome, but mostly shocked. Seriously, was he made in a Science lab or something? Cause damn. But like I said, he was a little surprised that a girl like me could talk to him like that. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't tell a guy off. "You think this is a game?" He demanded more than asked and I could tell he had anger issues. Wow. This guys life is really f*cked up from the hand seizures, to the brain damage, and now anger issues. His life is probably worse than mine,and thats saying something. Its so bad that his therapist may need therapy.

"Listen d*ck face, before you start messing with me you should know that I don't play games...I f*cking win them!" I replied. By now a few people were staring at the intense conversation me and mystery boy were having but I didn't care because he needed to be put in place. Every now and then there would be occasional 'ooo's and laughs from my side or his. I even saw a few peoe taking out their phones and recording us. I don't blame them. I would have too. I'm mean the conversation we were having was getting a little heated. He stepped closer to me, his alcohol infused breathed fanned my face in a very unpleasant way. Since he was like The Green Giant on steroids, I had to look up at him to meet his eyes. Which were full with disgust and the urge to get revenge.

"Well aren't you just an angel." He answers sarcastically on a whisper.

"Actually,"I begin "Heavan won't take me and hell is afraid I'll take over." At that comment, that I'm surprised I came up with so quickly, he chuckled and smirked.

"You know what your an idiot who takes out his anger on people, who in fact, didn't do anything to your ass in the first place. Let's just say, if I was a bird I'd know who I'd sh*t on," I exclaimed "And people like you couldn't even be nice if a unicorn shoved a fairywand up their ass while Judy Garland stood there singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow."