Kingston
I stand, waiting for the girl unknown to admit that she knows exactly what I am talking about. I'm not wrong in what I'm saying. Girls like her, or girls in general, don't have a run in with me- or the guys- and just simply forget about it. Therefore, they don't act like it didn't happen either. She's probably someone who wants to be a hard-ass and act better than everyone else.
"Like me?" She points at her chest.
I just said that, didn't I? I answered her with a nod.
"Girls like me?!" Her voice rose. Irritation is clear in her tone. "And what exactly does that mean? Hm? 'Girls like me'?" She mocks. "What about boys like you? Huh? How would you feel being put into a category by someone that doesn't know anything about you?!"
"Well I wouldn't-" I start but she cuts me off,
