Stupid Rich Girl

$ 20 - Don't Touch Me

~ Your future self is watching you right now through memories ~

Rosen

"Levi got a fucking girlfriend" I blinked rapidly to try and focus on the girl who just popped out of nowhere and is now sitting down in front of me. Her eyes were wide and her tone gave me the impression that this was big news.

"Who's Levi and why should I care?" I asked flatly. She let out an exasperated sigh and pulled her hood up. She glanced down at my hands with a thoughtful look on her face. I held the mug of coffee tightly in my hands with the fear that she might snatch it from me, but instead she turned to look the other way. She was quick, as a waiter went by with a tray she grabbed a milkshake that sat in the middle of it with freshly whipped cream on top. She pulled it to her lips and leaned back, sipping it through the straw casually as i watched the waiters retrieving back, oblivious to her action.

"Levi is my oldest brother who gave out shit to us for going to a party, now it turns out he's been fucking some chick for years" She ranted incredulously. She leaned in closer and i raised my brow.

"And that's not even the worst part" She said with much exaggeration. She turned her head either side, inspecting to see who was around us before looking back at me. "Shes a ginger" She whispered before falling back into her seat with a dramatic sigh.

"A ginger?" I clarified, wanting to see where she was coming from.

"Hush your mouth boy!" She snapped, glancing around frantically. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"What's the big deal about-"

"GG's"

"What?"

"You have to call them GG's"

I stared at her incredulously, slowly blinking.

"I'm not saying that" I grumbled. She pouted and tilted her head to the side.

"You have to, please" She pleaded. My mouth fell slightly gape at her sorrowful look and I almost caved in. Almost. Instead I pushed my coffee to the side and leaned forward. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion as she look down at the top of my hood.

"What's the big deal about gingers?" I whispered evilly. She stared at me with no emotion.

"Your a fucking little cunt, ya know that?" She said flatly. I smirked victoriously and leaned back in my seat.

"So are you gonna answer my question or not?" I pressed. She scowled.

"Do you have any idea how many people ask me why I'm not ginger because I'm Irish? A shit ton. I'm telling ya now sunshine, gingers are fucking ass holes. Taking over our Irish culture by drinking their brains out and talking to their fucking leprechauns. I mean what sort of people are they? Not to mention they're the same colour as a fucking pumpkin and named after a spice! "

I just stared at her. She was thankfully oblivious to the radiculous look on my face as I processed every word that came from her passionate rant about a hair colour. Although, my expression wasn't as embarrassing as what I actually said.

"So leprechauns are real?"

Her pissed expression dropped and was replaced by a wide grin. I felt my cheeks grow a bright red from embarrassment.