Tiny Terror

First Love

  "It's because she was your 'first' love." Jace was saying. "Guys fall really hard for the first girl that they like. So chin up, Woong. First loves are like that." He explained to the sobbing boy. "Every guy experiences it once. Since it's your first experience, you can't tell whether she's good or bad." He continued as some other guys were talking about their first loves. One guy even gave his milk every day. "Your first love causes your judgment to disappear. For a guy with no experience, if a girl he likes smiles at him, it's all over."

  "Haha! So true."

  "You know it 'cuz you all have experienced a relationship, right?"

  "Hey, what about you, Mia? What's it like for girls?"

  "Huh?" I lazily looked over at the Burn Knuckles surrounding Woong.

  "What's it like when a girl has her first love?" Making a face as I thought about it, my head tilted to the side.

  "Well, personally, I can't say much about it. I've never been into the whole dating thing, so I could have experienced love at one point and just not realized it. My mom said it was like 'You hurt when they hurt, blah blah blah, and it pisses you off when somebody fucks with 'em.'" I replied while quoting my mother. "You get protective and a bit possessive. Like a dog." Pointing, I was having difficulty explaining it. "I once read somewhere that it was sort of like nausea and heart palpitations, but that sounded a bit dangerous to me since you could die from that."

  "....Girls are complex." One of them just muttered.

  "What? I said I wasn't sure. You should ask a real girl. You know, one that hasn't spent the majority of her life fighting and running territory?"

  "You've never dated anyone?" Vasco asked out of curiosity.

  "Nope. People were more terrified of me, and I could kick every guy's ass, so they didn't even wanna bother." Shrugging, I glanced at Woong. "Kinda glad though, because if that's what happens when you get heartbroken, I'll pass."

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  "....What the Hell happened here?" I questioned while stopping in the middle of the street as I saw a cop dragging some dude away. There was a girl crying and hugging a short, chubby guy, and Vasco was standing there in what looked like his pajamas.

  "Oh, hi, Mia." Vasco looked at me with a small smile. "There was a bad guy, but it's taken care of now." Glancing at the cop car who was now driving off, I raised a brow.

  "The things you see on your way home from the store...." I mumbled before looking back. "Isn't that the convenience store clerk?"

  "Yeah, he called me. He's a very brave guy." Vasco smiled. "You know him?"

  "Not really, but he's nice when I buy snacks." I replied. "Oh, by the way, got free time to help me carry these?" Gesturing with my hands filled with plastic bags, his eyes wandered down, and he nodded. Taking the bags from one of my fists, his fingers brushed across my hand, and I felt my ears getting hot. 'The fuck....? It happened again....'

  "You're out pretty late to the store." Vasco said as we were walking down the sidewalk now.

  "Parents are getting home late, so they wanted me to grab some stuff before they got back to make dinner." I replied.

  "Oh, what are you guys having?" Vasco asked.

  "No idea, that's why they told me to get so much stuff." Turning the corner, I readjusted my hold on the bags by splitting them between my hands. "So what's with your clothes?" I questioned.