"I can't believe you'd ware that in public." She sneered down her nose at me, glaring at my shirt. In an instant I was laughing, holding my gut, and pushing my bangs out of my eyes.

"Oh! You're-" I giggled out straightening up, and moving to cover my smirk with my hand demurely. "Just- Oh my gosh! Really?" I exclaimed giggling again at her shocked and horrified expression. She thought I was a nut case! Rightly so, I severely doubt anyone has reacted this way to her poor insults.

Steeling myself against more laughter, I stood there scratching my cheek casually and surveyed her up and down, up and down, up and down with a blank stare. I considered further action. On one hand I could just walk away. This was an insanely stupid thing for her to judge me on, and further discussion of it would encourage her to think she was winning. Though so could my walking away. I'll admit I have too much pride to let her win.

The girls face shifted in between out raged and shocked confusion.

On the other I could sink to her level and throw an equally poor insult at her. That would probably lead to just bickering back and forth whenever we came across on another. I don't want to waste that much time with this stupid girl. Personally I believe her to be a total lost cause in the way of humility, and any form of kindness. But who am I to judge? I myself am not very kind.

The stupid girls face contorted in fear, and flipped to an impatient glare.

A smile curled around my lips as I came to my decision. Lazily I dropped my hand, shoving it in my pocket, keeping my elbow bent and a big triangle of space in between my arm and my body. Leaning forward I asked sweetly "So how much are they paying you?" gesturing her pre-tattered shirt that was plastered with some random, crappy, expensive mall brand's logo. Her brow creased as she tried to figure out what I meant.

"I mean if I was a walking billboard I'd personally want to get paid. But that's just me," I continued.

"What are you talking about?" she snapped.

"I mean that you didn't pay for that shirt. You paid for the logo. I could have bought that same shirt without a logo for say, three dollars? You probably paid sixty on yours," I said pityingly. "Anyway, this is getting extremely like me lecturing you about you wasting money on stupid things. So why don't you come find me again once you've found a more valid and less idiotic insult, yeah? I'm glad we had this chat," I walked away with a smile.