His childish antics makes me hide a secret smile. If he can get angry because of a simple no who knows how he will react seeing my smirk. Men tend to get super emotional sometimes if you ask, such volatile emotions all over the damn place.
The truth is that he’s not at all bad looking, his curly hair falls across his forehead in soft curls, he has a dimple at one side of his cheek and although he’s not Reid’s type of tall, he towers over me. It’s too bad I’m not looking to meet or talk to anyone. Not now or anytime soon.
I ignore him and that further embarrasses him, after a while he moves to go away but he doesn’t go without saying a slur.
“You’re not even pretty. Fat ugly bitch.” He mutters loud enough for me to hear.
I would lie and say it doesn’t hurt me. Because it hurts, words
