Grow a pair, will you?

Grow a pair, will you?

 

Song used while writing:

- I'm your villain - Franz Ferdinand

Warnings: Swearing, a tiny bit of violence.

 

Grow a pair, will you?

 

‘Loosen up.’

‘No.’

The girl turns and walks away. The boy grabs her arm. She stops and turns around.

‘Leave me alone.’

‘No.’

‘Stalker.’

The girl pulls her arm out of his grip and starts walking again. Quickly, this time. He follows her. Quickly, this time. She hears his footsteps.

‘Fuck off, will you?’

But he isn’t done with her.  She starts running. So does he. They run until they reach the end of the street. She stops. He nearly bumps into her.

‘Fuck. Off.’

‘Why?’

She slaps him. In the face. Hard.

‘Bitch!’

‘Not your bitch anymore!’

She quickly crosses the street. He composes himself. He follows.

‘Wait!’

She ignores him. She runs to the bus stop. She steps into a bus.

‘Ciao señor!’

‘Not so quickly, mi bella.’

He jumps into the bus. She runs to the back. People look. He laughs. She jumps on the back seat. He follows.

‘You’re a dick!’

‘That’s what she said!’

She jumps over the backrest of the seat in front of her. She lands next to an old lady. The old lady looks horrified. The bus comes to a halt. She quickly jumps over the old lady’s lap. Quickly. Out of the bus. He follows her again.

She’s out of breath. She keeps running. He still follows. She takes off her heels. Barefoot she goes on. She runs fast. He runs faster. She takes a side road. He stops. He can’t find her. He looks at his right. He sees nothing. Then he does. Something. Behind the trash cans. He approaches. He sees her sitting. He stands over her.

‘I’ve got you cornered.’

Her fist collides with something. He screams. She waits. Until he is done screaming. She does it again. With a vengeance. He screams again.

‘Good luck finding a new bitch.’

She puts on her heels. And walks away.