“Well, you’re on your way to a thigh gap, but your rear end still needs to be shaved down so you look less like a Kardashian and more like a cover model. Have you thought about going gluten-free? Vegan, maybe. Protein will go straight to your lower half.”
“Hey, I would almost be offended by that if it wasn’t for the fact that I have a good self esteem”, he whined, clearly not even phased by her mean words. It would take much more than that to cause a dent. If anything, her harsh words made him smile. He had a bad habit of liking mean people more than it was healthy.
Sure, taking a huge drop of scolding hot liquid on his was not how he expected things to go, but it also didn’t come as a surprise considering how shamelessly he was messing with her. He groaned, barely closing his eyes in time but barely flinching to the pain of his now burned skin. She thought she had won, but truth is, she had just revelead Trent could actually get to her.
“Oh, what’s the matter?” he mocked a few seconds later as soon as he could see once again. “Too proud to accept I can get to you? Poor bitter, old woman. Driven crazy by just a simple, puny, dumb kid”. Sure, he could let her leave, but what was the fun in that? As long as he was concerned, he could start a food fight in the coffee shop. “Heads up!” he warned, taking his now empty cup and throwing it her way, since she decided it was a good idea to turn her back on him. The cup, along with the last few drops of coffee, laded on her head.
The car door opens as the boy shouts something from behind her that she ignores. Sure, she was used to her fair share of assholes in her line of work, but her quit wit made her capable of handling her own and didn’t do anything she wouldn’t have done to anyone.. Without another thought to the boy, letting him cause a scene as she moved on. She was about to enter the car when the cup assaulted her head. Thought it was only a few drops, she was not amused.
“You little shit!” She gasped, her driver grabbing napkins for her quickly as she shot daggers at the boy. “Charles!” She shrieked, a large man exiting the car as she dried her hair. “This haircut costs more than your ransom note will.” She hissed, glancing at her security before the man charged at the boy, pummeling him and pinning him to the ground. By now, the scene had caused the crowd to stir, a few camera’s out and snapping pictures or taking video as Gen and her driver cleaned her hair and clothes. “Driven crazy? By a inbred child? You haven’t seen crazy, boy, but you will if I ever lay eyes on your unfortunate face again.” She hissed as her body guard shamelessly placed his knee over the boy’s chest.
With a wicked grin, Gen spat on the ground near the boy as her driver tried to hide her from the camera’s ushering her into the car and shutting the door as her guard followed, her middle finger against the dark window as as the pulled away from the curb and drove off.
A smile, wicked as it was charming, crossed his lips as his innocent features showed some sort of malice. He was too used to getting away with his, and his lack of shame kept him from taking it too hard when people labeled him of immature and dumb. Of course, he couldn’t care less if she started, ended or sunk somewhere between trends; his anarchist nature made him pay no mind to such things as all he really cared about was having a good time at other people’s expenses. “See, the tough, devil-may-care girl facade died when you actually decided to pay for my coffee, so cut the drama and we’ll be just fine. Besides, I still have some time to kill before lunch time’s over. Unless you give me a good reason to skip math class, in which case I’d be happy to bother you all day long”. Oh, no, he wasn’t flirting. He was just being a massive prick. Messing with people, causing chaos, it was all too much fun for him.
He kept talking, making her roll her eyes even more as she kept her head straight, not even bothering to look at him. The thought of this child following her all day made her cringe; she wasn’t sure if he always latched onto strangers or if he had so sick crush, but her already low patience was wearing very thin. “You need all the education you can get when you look like that, boy. I wouldn’t skip. Besides, once I get into my building the security wouldn’t let you past the outer door.” She smirked. When their coffee orders were up, she was quick to grab both of theirs, turning towards him and dumping his drink on his head with a wide grin. “You really should have waited far from me so I couldn’t have done that. Enjoy your coffee.”
After tossing a twenty as a tip for the mess she’d made on at the barista, Gen turned on her heel and stepped over the little puddle to go join her driver outside, her shades back over her eyes as she nodded towards the man standing by her door, giving him a cue to open it.
The one day she decided to hang up the heels she was mistaken as a barista. “Casual is appropriate attire when running errands is involved.” She muses upon looking down at her stylishly comfortable shoes. “You would, however I am not all that surprised. The customer service in this place has never been all that great, the place itself is just convenient. You could stand here on fire and I am sure they would not notice.”
“Well, I suppose I can sympathize as I’m currently sans an assistant to run my errands for me, but that’s still hardly an excuse to leave the house without looking your best. You never know what opportunity could present itself and then shy away because you decided to slum it.” Gen said with a casual hair flip. “Well that’s just fantastic. I don’t have the time to wait around while these children play Candy Crush. I could buy this whole chain, fire everyone, and make it difficult for them to ever work again if I wanted to. I bet that would make them get their asses in gear. It’s a pity that the youth of today don’t know how to respect someone superior. That’s why they’ll never get ahead in life.”
“No I see boring,extra boring,and heart attack if he keeps ordering those greasy onion rings.” He pointed in the opposite direction. “You’d think having all the money in the world and good looks would make them a hell of a lot more fun. But I guess not everyone can be a triple threat like me.”
“Clearly not, since looks and money are wasted on a remixed version of a remix and terrible vodka.” Gen rolled her eyes as she discarded her drink, smirking as she turned back to the man. “Oh? Clearly you’re blind to the rich, hot, brilliant person standing before you. But please, do tell of your so-called threats?”
