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Larxene
"Hey, c'mon Larxene, you know you wanna go out with me, why not try me?"
Men…
I can't stand them. Today's model was some punk named Marcus. I don't know why they kept bugging me. I've never wanted to date, I never will, and certainly don't right now. There was a stage where I tried to dress conservatively, thinking that would stop them but they still kept coming. So I decided to go back to wearing my skirts and shorts to screw with their minds a little. I might as well have fun while I have to put up with them right?
Unfortunately this time it seemed to baiting him in. Marcus was a popular guy around town. He was charming, attractive, and could be funny when he needed to be. He also had this feeling about him that he was going places in his life, not be stuck as some mediocre janitor or something.
You're asking why I didn't want to go out with him? That's easy, he was full of himself. All guys are. I've made up my decision that I will only date someone who didn't make the first move. If I could spend time with a guy, and know he was in no way attracted to me, I'd go for him, because I know he has no ulterior motives.
Although I have a better reason. I hate people. Plain and simple as that, I despise most human beings. They should leave me alone. When I was ready, I'd go to them.
But I was fast running out of men on the island. I'd heard the rumors of course, there was probably some prize bowl of money that was to be paid to the "guy who could get with Larxene". That's my only explanation to why they're still so aggressive.
Which actually gave me an idea. Marcus leaned in close, "Please, I can stop asking when you say yes."
He was asking for it. I turned to him away from my soda, and stood up, keeping my face dangerously close to his. "You know, Marc, you're right. I do know I want you to stop asking, so I guess there's only one way to get that to happen." I paused for a split second, long enough to see his lips start curving up into a smile ever so slightly. That was when I grabbed his elbow, spun him to the side, and kicked him square in the stomach, and then in the face so he was on the ground. I looked over at his friends at another of the picnic tables in the park, smiled and gave them a wink, "Anyone else wanna ask me something?"