"VICIOUS? YOU DARE CALL ME VICIOUS??? YOU VICIOUS JERK!! WHO WAS THE DUMB FUCK WHO TALKS ABOUT MY DAMN SCAR IN HIS VERY FIRST WORDS?" Princess Yessia shouted in righteous indignation as she pressed the attack and went full offensive mode at me.3
Yes, yes.
You never talk about a girl's bad points in front of her, not if you want to piss her off and cause her to either avoid you like the plague, or try and kill you like you're the damn plague virus.
You especially don't do that with your very first words to her.
She was right in getting pissed at me, of course.
But getting pissed was one thing.
Attacking me was a completely different thing altogether.
And just because she was rightfully pleased doesn't mean that she gets a free pass to do whatever she wanted to me.
"Who are you calling dumb f*ck you vulgar little girl? You kiss your mommy with that mouth??" I shouted back at her as I started to get more and more pissed off by the minute.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
