Tales of a Clumsy Girl

#10 Friend Conundrum

Mansi slapped him harder than she had intended.

“I’m sorry,” she said as he rubbed his cheek.

“Why did you hit me?” He asked.

“Why are you this weak?” She replied.

“I’m not weak.” He mumbled.

“Yeah, right. I slapped you a little and you crumpled like a pack of cards hit by a crazy cat.”

“That’s vivid. I guess you are getting your Instagram cat fix,” he said grinning.

“Not by choice. I’m being sent cat pics to see.”

“Ahh. She?”

“Yes, she. And don’t talk about her like you know her,” Mansi said with a stern look on her face.

“Don’t I?”

“No. She’s my friend and not yours.”

“Okay. But I won’t mind knowing her,” he said and winked at Mansi. Mansi fumed. Before she knew, her finger was pointing towards him.

“Stay away from her.”

“What if she doesn’t want to stay away from me,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk.

Mansi looked at him and knew he was joking. His left hand was still rubbing his cheek. Mansi knew what she had to do and slammed her fist in his stomach.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“The slap was clearly not enough,” Mansi said and grinned.

Tales of a Clumsy Girl

#9 Learn to Talk

“What is the meaning of this?” Mansi said clenching her fists. Her curly hair were unkempt and her eyes had fire and wilderness in them.

“What?” Jirah looked at her bemused. He had become used to her antics and half the time, he didn’t hear half of her rants. This time, he was only listening because there were people around and she was on the verge of shouting. Typical of Mansi – create a scene.

“You think it’s okay to say that I’m looking like a prostitute.”

“A high-class prostitute,” said Jirah and winked.

“How dare you?”

“I am saying what I think,” said Jirah.

“I was just saying it as a joke.”

“Would you say something like this to your mother as a joke?”

“How dare you say something like this about my mother? Learn to talk about elders.”

“You learn to talk about women,” said Mansi.