I Swear. It Was Me

1. Do I Look Like a "Ma'am"?

Art mentioned in this chapter is above.

Street Artist - ROA

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I wiped my forehead beneath my hood and stepped back from the bird on the bridge wall. I nodded in satisfaction and turned away from it. Shoving my spray cans and paint brush in my backpack, I looked around once more before walking away from the fresh graffiti I had just finished. Taking out my iPod I plugged in some earbuds and flipped through my iTunes. Finding nothing interesting I pushed shuffle and some Halsey blared in my ears. Wincing I turned it down and unhooked my mask from my ears. I shoved it the paint covered mask in my black hoodie pocket. I took off my sweater and shoved that in my backpack, still keeping my fast pace. The faster I got away from the "art" I did on the bridge, the less likely I was to get caught.

I reached up and untangled my long faded blue hair from its place in a bun on the top of my head, letting it fall into a tangled mess ending just below my shoulders. I shook my head so as to help my hair fall into a more natural look and one of my earbuds fell out. I mumbled a small curse under my breath and picked them up off the cement. Dusting my earbud off I heard footsteps behind me. Whirling around I saw a man approaching. "Shit." I whispered and turned away from the man. I walked quickly and didn't turn around. I heard the footsteps pick up and I began to speed walk and the footsteps walked faster. I turned quickly and saw the man was closer. I slung my backpack onto my back and broke out into a run. My bag was hitting my back and a spray can nozzle was poking me everytime it bounced against my back and I was sure I would have a small bruise. I turned around and looked at the man who was following me. He was coming close and I put on a burst of speed, making sure he stayed behind me.

Unfortunately for me, I wasn't paying attention and tripped over my own two feet falling to the ground. I reached forward and tried to stop my fall with my hands, I felt the cement scuff my palms and I winced as I fell onto my knees feeling them get scuffed as well. Struggling to get up I stumbled, but the man was already next to me. He grabbed my wrist and I screamed as loud as I could. "Rape!!" I yelled, "Someone help me!!" I wriggled in the man's grasp and he glared at me.

"Don't even try to act innocent man, I know that was you who did that tasteless graffiti, I'm taking you to the station." The man said in a low voice.

Thinking quick I turned around and faced him batting my eyelashes and acting pissed, "I am a WOMAN!" I screamed hitting him in the chest with my fist. "Let go of me you pervert!!"

The man's face paled and internally I smirked in satisfaction. The man opened his mouth and closed it. "S-sorry, I-I thought you were, well. I mean."

"You thought I was what?" I said glaring at him and changing the pitch of my voice to seem more feminine. I mean, it already was, but... Never mind I'm off topic.

"I thought you were a... Well I mean." The man let go of my wrist and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

I threw my hands up in the air and stood on my tiptoes to glare right into his face, though I was quite a bit shorter than him. I cupped my small breasts and glared at him, making him blush even more. "It was my tits wasn't it?" I asked him struggling to keep my voice dead serious. I watched in silent amusement as his face turned such a bright red that I could even see it in the dimly lit street. I held back a laugh and kept my face straight lowering my voice so I could seem menacing. "Just because a woman has small tits, doesn't mean she is a man!" I said quietly.

"N-no ma'am!"

"Ma'am? Do I look like a 'Ma'am?!'" I shouted even louder.

"N-no miss. I think your chest is great, a v-very nice size." He stuttered out twisting his fingers together. For a moment I got a little distracted by the movement and went quiet. I also noticed a shiny badge clipped onto his belt. Indicating he was a plain clothes officer or off duty. When I realized he was still standing there I shook myself by to reality. Stupid ADHD.

"So.... You are saying my boobs are nice?" I asked. The man blushed and nodded hesitantly looking a bit confused, poor guy. "YOU FUCKING PERVERT!!!"

I swung my bag at him and hit him over the head and took off running not looking back even though I heard him calling for me to wait.

I ran for a while until I realized I no longer knew where I was. I stopped and rested my hands on my knees to catch my breath. I hissed as I felt pain in both my hands and my knees. Looking down, my hands had little spots of blood on them and the skin was peeling slightly. I also noticed that my pants were torn and there was blood staining around the gap in my pants. I grimaced, but I guess that torn pants were better than going to jail or fined for my work.

I looked up and glanced at the sky. The stars were shining and the faint noise coming from my earbuds cast a kinda sad gloom about the night. I grinned a bit and put my earbuds in all the way hearing "You Will Be Found" from Dear Evan Hansen play in my ears. I turned off shuffle and put on repeat and walked home. My knees stinging slightly, but I hardly minded, I let myself get absorbed in the music as I walked slowly. The events from the past hour left my mind and I felt at peace.

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Hey guys. This is my first attempt at writing a story, so please don't hate too much. However, constructive criticism is gladly welcomed and I want to become the best author that I can be, so make sure to comment on what I could improve. Also, this isn't really edited so there are probably typos.

This story deals with all different types of street art, so the main character will not always have the same style because I am basing his work off a variety of artists. I just want to share the appreciation that I have for the work that these people do and the talent that it requires to do this. Despite it being illegal. ;)

I will be trying to update every week, but I've got school and everything in between :') So please, read, enjoy, and criticize. 

Sincerely, 

                     Your Dearest, Yu