He’s amazed she hasn’t put two and two together, figuring out he was just fucking around with her. She didn’t look or seem like the gullible type, but he was going to follow the whole ‘don’t judge a book by it’s cover’ thing. While she stumbled back, he only got closer. With his hands shoved in his pants pockets and his gaze focused on her contrary to her sight not set on him. What was she? Scared of males? Awkward as hell? A germaphobe who didn’t like people in her personal space nor did she like looking people in the eye? Nah, Calvin might have been coming off like a creeper. “Ah,” letting out a sigh as he turned his body away from her’s and placed his arms to rest behind his head. “Don’t get your undies in a twist, I’m just trying to get a rise out of you..”
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'That's—that's—’ she stumbles over her words, before finally stopping her fleeing movements and crossing her arms. Lips form into a scowl. Pink embarrassment hasn’t completely drained from her cheeks yet, but it was much fainter now. In a voice much calmer, and infinitely more whiny, than before, she says, 'Dude, what the fuck.’
Oh, she had no qualms about using bad words around this guy, now. While painfully awkward and bumbling, especially around strangers, the irascible girl had quite the short fuse.
He couldn’t chuckle even if he wanted to at her last comment. His eyelids narrowed more than they already were, now going from lull-like to full on glaring. “So a weird person or crazy person might mistake me for a bitch? I’m fifty percent bitch? Is that what you are saying?” Where this conversation was going he had no idea, but he was messing with her. With the stuttering and new-found nervous or embarrassed behavior she was displaying, he was enjoying himself. “You call your friends bitches? Hmph..” Scoffing only to keep his feigned annoyance going.
He wondered how long it would take her to end whatever was going on with him, coming to her wits end or something along those lines. Then again, he’d probably just follow her around because he had nothing better to do and she seemed like she could be good entertainment. He took note of the height difference, bending down so he could level his face to her’s. “Are you looking for a fight?”
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Eyes widened in embarrassment, and she could feel her heart beat speed up like it was on a race with time. Unfortunately, while the young girl was a very skilled liar, she wasn’t quite as good at spotting the signs indicating that a person was only acting. Feet stumble backwards, an almost unconscious gesture, and she finds that her eyes cannot meet his anymore. ‘No! You misunderstand,’ she denies. 'And it’s just an endearment thing!’
Phase One. The combination of adrenaline, fear, burning embarrassment, and the male’s close proximity makes her take even more steps backward. Phase Two. Once she deemed that they were a safer distance away, she went on defensive, 'W-What!? How did you even come to that conclusion?’
Vulgar language alert. Is this how she presented food to someone? Did she say ‘Have it your way, bitch!’ when she offered out Burger King? Was she suffering from Jesse Pinkman syndrome? He didn’t know, but she seemed energetic and full of curse words. Side-stepping away from her, Calvin was sure to make distance because she was probably a nutcase. “Did you mistake me for a bitch?” He asked once she revealed that she mistook him for another. “Also..” His words trailing off as he snatched the Skittles from her hand. “Do you kiss your parents with that mouth?” More questions leaving his mouth as he opened the package of Skittles and tossed one into his mouth, keeping a close eye on the female.
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Behavior suddenly doing a one hundred and eighty degree turn from what it had been when she had mistaken this person for her friend, rose painted her suddenly warm cheeks. Embarrassment clawed at her throat. Contrite umber irises flitted left and right, unable to meet the stranger’s gaze, lest what she found there would make her faint from embarrassment.
'E-Eh, I didn’t mistake you for a bitch, exactly. Just a friend of mine that I call that.’ Oh, great. Now she had revealed what her friends called her “darker side” to a stranger. Most people wouldn’t think of her when hearing the phrase p o t t y m o u t h, but her friends knew better. 'But you don’t look like a bitch! At least, you wouldn’t to a normal person.’ And she didn’t kiss her parents at all, but she figured that one was rhetorical.
