Girlish charm had gotten her many places in life; a teacher's pants, a countless amount of clubs, the back rooms and dealings no one else knew about, and lastly it had gotten her into relationships she was uncomfortable with. Right now she's sitting in a café, with a young man. His hair is short, his voice cracks, and he can't even look her in the eye when he tries talking to her. All she can really do is smile and nod politely as this fuck up tries to converse. As utterly ridiculous as all of this is, she finds him almost cute. He's the most recent puppy dog that's tried nuzzling its way into her personal life.
But that won't happen.
He's been picking at a scab on his index finger for about six minutes now, and she's had enough of it. Blushing, Alice stands up with a cutesy smile plastered as a poker face. She interrupts him mid-mumble and tells it to him how it is.
"Listen, I know you like me." She angrily fidgets with fringes on her skirt,
"But I don't fucking care." She leans in, as the boy's face starts going sour.
"I've got my own SHIT life to deal with," She slams her palms down on the table.
"And it's got nothing to do with you." She grins and proceeds to turn around, grab her bag, and nonchalantly waltz out of the shop.
Is he calling after her? Probably. But she isn't stopping.
The reaction he must be having now.
It thrills her to crush another human's spirit.
His acne ridden face must be covered with a look of disappointment and confusion right now.
And it makes her laugh.