vainglorioushearts:
For once in her life, Maxine had decided to wear white. She felt like it wasn’t going well with her skintone or with her body, and actually she didn’t like that dress much really, but she was trying and that was already better than anything else. But actually, it didn’t do her right even though it was only the beginning of the day. Someone bumping into her, the next feeling she got was hot coffee against her skin and she moved back almost immediately. “Well that is why I never fucking wear white.” She only exclaimed before she looked up at the other girl in front of her. “Mate, what the fuck?” Only questioning like that, she let out a loud sigh. “You’re lucky you’re pretty or I would’ve punched you in the face.”
The anger emanating off of the girl she’d bumped into scared Heather in the pit of her stomach but she kept her cool as best she could. They wouldn’t know you’re scared if you didn’t let them see. Swallowing the lump in her throat she was thrown off guard once more by being called pretty. She’d heard it plenty in her life, but by another girl? In reference to why she wasn’t hit? That was new. “I-I’ll pay to get it cleaned? It really was an accident. I’m just absolute ass at multitasking.” She put her things on the table near them, hands shaking slightly and beginning to pull her tip money out of her pocket so she could give enough to either clean or replace the shirt. She definitely didn’t seem cool like a cucumber right now, but being threatened with violence would throw anyone off, right?









