Bitch

I take off my sunglasses and look around.
What is this shit?
I get up and see a couple people move away. Serves them right.
I start forthe alleyway until I feel someone tap my shoulder.
"Who are you and what do you want?" I turn around quickly and see a guy whistling around with a grin.
"Oh you seemed to have tapped my shoulder." I say in my good-cop voice and he turns around.
"Yeah, sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it, bitch!" I yelp, letting my bad-cop side out.
"Calm down." He says calmly.

"I can't calm down, curls." I snarl.
"Thanks."
"You won't be thanking me when I'm done." I say under my breath.
He's wearing the same sunglasses as me - aviator sunglasses - and is wearing a black beanie that doesn't hide the curls poking out in certain places.

"What was that, love?"
"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you over the thought of how good you'll look on the ground."
"Name?"

"You give me your name first, curls."
"Harry. Harry Styles."

"Ooh, what an attractive name. I'm guessing you get all the ladies, Harry?"
"Right."
"I thought so." My eyes are shooting daggers at him.

"And what's your name?"
"Your worst nightmare."
His eyes flicker. "Is your name by any chance Moxie?"
I roll my eyes. "No, my name is Queen Elizabeth the fourth."

"Oh, well good to meet you my queen." He bows mockingly and I cross my arms.
"Yes, I'm Moxie. And you're dead."

"Liam told me about you. You fit the same traits he described you as; arrogant, ignorant, badass, bitchy - " He ticks them off on his fingers.

"Well, you tell Liam watch out." I narrow my eyes.

"Do I look like a messenger?" He replies.
"Quite frankly you do." I cross my arms. He just chuckles.

"I guess I'll see you around then, Moxie."
"I hope we won't." I snarl one last time until he grins, turns and leaves.

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