She's just started a set. I don't want to interrupt her. I wait. I admire her form. Someone taught this girl how to lift. Swole boyfriend probably. Good on him.
She quits mid set and gets up.
"What?!!?" she spits at me. Seething venom in her tone. Death in her eyes.
Wow. This went 180 real quick.... (Is it possible?...)
"I came to say bye...." I fumble out feebly. She took me off guard.
"What??" she says again, angrier, more indignant. (It could be...)
She didn't hear me. Cringe.
"I came to say bye"
"Bye." she says. In this most fuckoff way you can imagine. (No way... it is).
"wow ok..". I reply. My frame suddenly returns. I look her in the eyes and I see it.
The penetrative hate stare of The Borderline.
She saw right through me in seconds... and turned on me viciously.
Undeniably Borderline. I've experienced these girls before. Wild, beautiful, erratic, exuberant, powerful and dangerous. An almost autistic level of emotional intelligence, manipulation that would make old man Machiavelli cry, and an existential need to destroy everything around them.
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