Acid +rap

Two

The fear and confusion in his eyes was overwhelming.

I watched as his smirk melted away until nothing was left on his face but abject terror.

"Why are you crying?!" he wailed in shock, staring at me with startled eyes like he was about to piss himself. Where was the suave guy from earlier?

"I...can't....stop!" I blubbered, feeling salt reach my taste buds. My breath came in rushed pants and my body shook with each gasp. I was drunk-crying so hard that I could feel the tears seeping under my chin. Gross.

"Stop crying!" he pleaded uncomfortably. " You have nothing to cry about!"

He pulled his wild array of back-length dreadlocks into a ponytail behind his neck, then stooped to my level.

I glared at him through misted eyes. How dare he?

"Shut up!" I yelled, my voice cracking with tears and teenage angst. I sniffed loudly, recoiling at the sound of snot being pulled back into my face.

"You....have no.....idea!" I blubbered in a tearful rage. " Y-You inconsiderate beast, you have NO IDEA!"

He got ready to rebut, but he stopped. His gaze softened as he nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

A hush fell over us both, and he slid down beside me, on the cool concrete. We stayed that way for a few minutes, with nothing but our harsh breaths breaking the silence. My tears slowly stopped flowing, but that didn't calm the dull ache in my stomach. It had been a while since I'd been able to let loose like that, and in front of a stranger, no less.

I always had issues with blowing off steam. It was hard to take a load off once in a while because there was never anyone willing to listen. Nobody wanted to hear the sob story of a girl with no Enhancement. I was a deformity, incomplete. After that fateful day when I turned fifteen, nobody ever looked at me the same. I doubt they even found the guts to look at me at all.

"Uhmmm," a nervous hum sounded to my right. I turned to the handsome stranger, sniffling slightly. His cheeks darkened, to my surprise. I didn't realize that brown skinned people could actually do that.

"I-I'm sorry, Mavis." he whispered contritely, "I didn't mean to upset you." I smiled sadly. It was my first apology in 10 months. I didn't even care that he got my name wrong.

"It's okay," I replied, my voice cracking. "You weren't the main thing that upset me. I just had a bit of a meltdown, that's all."

I folded my legs and let my head rest against the wall again. At this point, I didn't even care that my hair was snagging in the cracks of the bricks.

"Why'd you have a meltdown?" he probed, shocking me.

He actually wanted to know why?

Was I drunk to the point of delusion?
Did he spike my drink with some form of a hallucinogen?

I said nothing, just to be on the safe side.

"C'mon, Mavis," he pleaded, a whiny undertone entering his voice. I coughed. "Tell me your sorrows."

I looked across to him, and he moved closer to me. The tingle in the base of my spine returned, and my mouth started to water. I ignored it this time, and my eyes met his. Did I really want to spill my guts to a drunk guy that was probably trying to get lucky?

Ah, what the hell.

"First of all, my name is Maeve," I corrected. "Not Mavis, not Meeve. Maeve."