Maya

Of all days, why did I have to run into him today?

I’m starting to question my place in this universe. Am I destined to continue to run into assholes? Today was supposed to be a great day, a lucky one but now that I’m looking at his face, a sense of foreboding settles in my gut.

And of course, the jerk has an exaggerated sense of his own importance.

“Stalking you?” I question with a bitter chuckle. “Oh please. You’re not even worthy of being stalked. I would rather eat grass than be forced to see your face.”

“I knew you couldn’t be a complete human but to hear you admit to your animalistic tendencies is refreshing,” he states dryly.

My jaw almost drops. Almost. But I don’t let him see just how much his words affect me.

Just as I’m thinking of a comeback to that, he…