This started as a song actually... somehow it morphed into what you see now. Needs editing, I don't even know what the purpose in writing it was other than the fact that some jerk tried to hit on me and THIS is what I should have said. I didn't though... so I am saying it in a different way. Anywhoo rated for language.
I've Had You Before
“Hey baby, what you doin’ tonight?” He asked snidely, his brow crooked to the side ever so slightly.
She sat at the bus stop, her hands folded neatly in her lap, staring off into space like she was every day. “Avoiding guys like you.” She told him absently.
She didn’t look up to see the frown cross his handsome face instead she sat quietly, blowing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. Her eyes remained locked on some unknown force ahead of her, and she did not move.
He sat down beside her, not noticing the slight flinch she gave as she inched herself away from him. He sense that she was uncomfortable, and a toothy grin fitted itself to his features. He brushed the back of his fingertips against her arm and she visibly shuddered. Her eyes finally left whatever spot they had fixed themselves on and she met his gaze with hers.
“Excuse me; did I say you could touch me?” She asked him pointedly.
He gave her an odd look, somewhere crossed between amusement and a frown. He sized her up, obviously trying to figure the enigma of a girl out. Her skin was light, her eyes green, and her hair dark. Nothing to interesting or special, but still pretty.
“No, you never said I could touch you.” He told her, running his fingers down her arm again, watching her draw away from him more. Until she sat at the edge of the bench, still unwilling to give up her spot because he was invading her space.
She grabbed his hand and gently placed it on his lap. “Then don’t touch me.”
“Aww, come on baby, I was going to invite you to a party tonight.” He told her, casually throwing an arm around her.
She rolled her eyes, barely visible to him at all. “Not interested, thanks.”
“Why not? Think you’re too good for me?” he asked maliciously, his breath hot on the back of her neck.
“Actually yes, because I am too good for you.” She told him, removing his arm from around her neck and tossing it towards him.
“How would you even know, bitch?” He barked.
“I’ve had you before.” She said simply.
“What the hell are you talking about? This is the first fucking time I’ve ever met you.” His anger emanated off of him, rejection not very becoming of him. He stood and stared down at her; she met his gaze boldly and stared him down.
“And yet, I’ve had you before. In ever douche bag ex, in every asshole trying to get into my pants at a party, in every schmuck that tried to get me drunk so they could get laid, you were there. You actually like that you make me feel physically uncomfortable when you get close, do you comprehend how sick that makes you? There are thousands of guys out there that are just like you, did you know that? Thousands of guys that come onto little girls that are all alone, and sadly I used to be one of the girls that fell for the act ever time.” Her voice did not rise once as she continued speaking, his mouth dropped open slightly as he stared at her.
“Do you know how guys like you make girls like me feel? After we wake up in your bed with a hangover, we get sick, not because of alcohol, but because of you. You go and brag about your sexual conquests to all your pathetic little friends, and we try to forget you ever existed. You exploit us, defile us, and break us down over and over again, because you are too much of a coward to actually be a man and treat us like we are your equals. You try to defeat us, but it just won’t happen, you know why?”
His eyes were wide now as he gaped at the girl, her eyes full of fire but her voice calm and serene. He shook his head slowly.
“Because girls like me are stronger than you can ever imagine. You can try to break me, and use you so called charms to woo me. And yet I look at you, and I know you are just a pitiable little boy that will never have the nerve to be a man in this world.”
She smiled as she watched her bus pull up in front of them. “Word of advice? Pull your head out of your ass, and be a man.” She told him as she brushed past.
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