We have to do what now? 9
"Okay, so I was thinking…" Mia told a lady as she took on another long day.
"That clashes horribly!" she squealed, storming out.
Groaning, she collapsed on her chair. A teenager suddenly came in with slick brunette hair and chocolate eyes. He wore a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes. He looked like a cute slacker with a good heart, basicly. Mia's heart went thump.
"Hello, beautiful," he whistled lowly, "what's a pretty daisy like you doing working with these son of guns?"
"Summer job," she pushed her midnight hair back, "how can I help you?"
"I need a date for tonight," he explained, propping his muscular arm on the small counter, "can I take you to Kiss N' Yell?"
"I'm busy," she wasn't falling for it.
"Come on," he reached up to touch her face, but she about bit his fingers off, "please…" He looked at her name tag. "Mia?"
"No," anger flashed in her eyes.
"Come here, baby," he went behind the counter and crept closer, "you know this would be the night of your life."
"I will call the police," she threatened, hand closing around her samuraizer.
"Oh, you will not regret it," he coaxed, "do not make me get feisty."
"Don't make me kick your desperate butt," she hissed.
He grabbed her wrist, and she let out a squeal.
"Come here," the man pushed her toward the ground.
Letting out a shriek, she kicked up and caught his chin.
"Go…" she began, grabbing her samuraizer. But she stopped, thinking about how furious Mentor would be.
"F-f-f-fine," she choked out for the sack of her reputation.
"Good," he patted her cheek, "I'll see you after work."
Okay, she thought, one night. I'll kick his butt if he goes too far.
"Why did you agree to that?" a voice asked.
"Rose, I had to," Mia sighed, "it's my men..dad. He…he would be mad."
"Why?" worry reflected in her eyes.
"I mean, he doesn't want me to do what I am supposed to do," she tried to explain, "I'll be fine. Don't worry."
"Alright," she finally agreed.
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"Hey, hot stuff," the teen greeted as she locked the door of the store, 'ready to go on a date?"
"S-s-sure," she said between clenched teeth.
"Good," he smiled slyly.
She watched the movie in a huff. It was probably the worst movie she'd ever seen, and it was ten times worse with that creep with her. When it was finally over, she began to leave.
"Wait a second, sweetheart," he took her wrist, "what do you say we go to Hooters for a bite?"
"No, thanks," she jerked away, "I've got to go home."
"Come on," he gave her the charm smile, "it's just diner."
Sighing, she agreed, "Fine."
At the resteront, she scowled at the underdressed girls.
"They are not as hot as you," the man muttered to Mia.
"Goodbye," she huffed, trying to leave.
He suddenly grabbed her wrist and kissed her lips. Enraged, she screamed. Kicking his stomach, she snatched a gold club off the wall.
"Mia…" he began, but she raised up the club.
"I will," she snarled.
He started for her, anger in his eyes, but she swung and hit his shoulder. Tumbling to the side, he leapt ontop of her. Her pinned her on the ground, but she kicked and screamed. He was about to kiss her, but something went into his shoulder. He yelled in rage before running.
"Mentor," she gasped, getting to her feet.
"Mia, what happened?" he demanded, "come here and let's go."
She lowered her gaze and followed him into his car. They were silent before she finally talked.
