This Is Where It Begins (Asthmo x Lance)

<<Two>>

Mari's P.O.V.

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"The name's Lance by the way." He spoke out, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Oh? I have heard about you as well, but you seem more caring than people say." I slightly laughed as I spun the spoon around in my cup, adding another packet of sugar. 

"Oh, ya. A lot of people see me as a 'monster', Heh." He made air quotations as he slumped over in his seat, looking into his coffee. 

"So, why do you act like that to others?" I looked at him, his attention changing from his cup to me. 

"Oh, well, nothing I can really say besides me growing up in a hard household filled with 'beaters'." He smirked a small amount, looking out of the window of the coffee shop. 

"'Beaters'?" I questioned him.

"I call my family beaters because we all did a lot of wrestling and stuff like that. Nothing more than that." He softly chuckled, taking another sip from his cup. 

"Huh, well, seems fair enough then I guess." I chuckled, looking back at him. I took a small sip of my coffee as a small pomeranian looking woman walked over with a platter in her hand. 

"Here you go, boys." She sweetly put the two plates on the table, a smile on her face. 

"Anything else I can get for you boys?" She placed her hands on the table and slightly pumped out her chest.

"That will be all, thanks, Cutie." Lance looked over at her and smirked. His tone being extremely flirtatious. 

"Hehe, call me if you need anything else anyways." She softly blushed and pulled herself off of the table.

"For sure, sweetie~" He winked at her as he slid one of the plates closer to him. She softly chuckled and spun around to walk away. 

"Are you like that to every woman?" I looked down at my cup, by this time it almost being empty. He licked his lips and took a small chunk of the cheesecake on the plate and took a bite. 

"Mhm," He swallowed the small bite he had taken and continued.

"I guess you could say that I am a real charmer." He smirked once more at me as he took another bite of his cheesecake. 

"How do women find you attractive? What's so special about you?" 

"Funny for you to ask, well I'm usually taller than women, and most of them secretly want to be overpowered by a man. My dominance is something that most women want in a man." He leant back on the table and slightly came a bit closer to me. 

"Doesn't that kinda seem odd though? Aren't you supposed to treat a woman with respect and care instead of basically telling her that she is nothing without you?" 

"Where do you get that assumption?" He finished the plate and sipped the last bit of his coffee. 

"Like, why would you make someone feel so useless and why would they enjoy it? Being overpowered is like someone taking your strength. I don't see why women would enjoy that? Isn't there a reason why women are freaking out nowadays because of people that have a 'charm' like you?" He slightly choked from laughing.

"HAH. Most of those women are fat and ugly and are upset because a man won't love her because she doesn't think she has the same privileges as 'men'." He looked over to the other plate that was left unattended. 

"So, are you going to eat that or not?" He pointed towards it. I sheepishly slid it over to him, slightly keeping from eye contact with him. 

"It's kind of sad that you would say that. I mean I know there are people that are ignorant like that, but it's quite rude to say that about every woman that fights for their so-called 'equality'."

"Well, it's true. Most of them are just fat and ugly and are upset that men won't fuck them or love them like they want. I'm sorry, but I will not act like a slave just because they think they are superior to men because we didn't let them have the same rights at one point in history. It's a known fact that men are stronger than women and the reason they believe in a 'wage gap' is because they aren't being paid as a business owner when they work at some place like Mcdonalds." 

 "True I guess. I mean it's just rude to say so about someone's beliefs. But I can't tell you how to feel about something." Lance finished the last plate of food and put the plates on top of each other. His cup placed on the plates as well. 

"Are you done?" I took the last sip of coffee and placed it onto his, moving out of the booth and standing up. He placed a five dollar bill on the table and walked over to the cashier to finish the payment. I slightly followed behind, putting my hands into my sweatshirt pocket and looking at my feet. 

"Hey kiddo, let's get going, huh?" Lance had slightly put his hand on my arm, gripping on to the sleeve and pulling me along. I honestly didn't mind it at the moment since I was more into deep thought to even notice what was happening. Should I even hang out with this guy? He is extremely rude and he seems to be a charmer to any woman he meets just to get his way with her. 

"Hey, don't think too much about what I said. I may have a strong opinion, but I'm not the type to fight a woman unless they fight first." 

"Heh, sure. Wasn't really thinking about that." I slightly looked up. 

"Do you need a ride home, or are you planning on going somewhere else?" He questioned me. 

"I'm fine, I will walk home. My house isn't that far from here." His eyebrows furrowed, sighing a small amount.

"Don't you get tired of doing the same things?"

"What?"

"I see you do the same things over and over. get out of school, sit in the park until it is past dark and then walk home. Why do you waste so much time doing the same thing over and over? Why don't you spend time at home with your parents or something?" I sighed and averted my sight away from him.

"That's not really any of your business, now is it?" He growled at my response as his posture changed; pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. 

"It isn't, but what is going on at home that makes you stay out so late? Don't you have things to do at home?"  

"Again, that is none of your fucking business, Lance." I looked back down, realising how loud I had become. 

"I'm just gonna go home." I spun around and began to walk home. I don't think I want to hang out with Lance anymore. He's too nosy for my liking. I will never tell him what is going on, even if he held a knife to my throat. I honestly would rather die anyways.