Kismet

Chapter 2- Knuckle sandwich!

"What?" the stranger questioned, confusingly. "I need you to stop the car right now!" she urged, tempered. He pressed the brakes; the car was halted right next to a beautiful lake with an astounding scenario.

Melissa opened the car door and stepped out clutching her backpack straps along with her luggage. The stranger in turn got out of the car.

"Now what?" he questioned annoyingly. She stared suspiciously and ignored him.

"Come on tell me..." he insisted. 

"What do you mean by now what? I mean you don't know me and I don't know you, so let's call it quit.

You go your way and I will care about mine!" She responded valiantly and slightly nervous because she is still demanding harshly to a stranger she has never met before.

He laughed and said, "Whoa! Lemme see, the newbie who's about to get accident is saying she will take care of her herself" He laughed again, "how funny is that!" Melissa did not wanted to let him know that it was her first arrival, thus she persuaded him that she is not a stranger to America.

"You're kidding me! It's my 3rd time to be here! And I know every single place in LA specifically!" she said, pretentiously being intelligent.

"I've been living here since years and according to my records your face is not in them!" he smirked and continued, "Well, then say where are we now?" 

A creepy feeling crept in to her mind after hearing his words of "records" whether he is a rowdy or some illicit character, ogling at his tattooed arms.

She worried being alone in a solitude street with a complete stranger and in a country she has never visited before.

The question made Melissa think more than 3 minutes. "If you're old enough to here, you won't take that long!" he said and simpered, although his smile was hidden behind the mask he was wearing, it divulged by his romantic peepers.

Melissa did not understand what to do, she was entirely perplexed.

She took out her mobile from her backpack, called her cousin, but found that she has not even inserted a new sim card. "Urr!" The stranger noticed her disappointment and lent his phone to her.

'Here... Call the person you wanna call!" She could not possibly deny this time; hence she decided to call her cousin. His phone was switched off! "What!" she cried.

"What is it?" he asked, caringly.  "It's my cousin, his phone is off... I don't know why!" she replied, desperately.

"It's alright... I'll take you there then. What's his address?" He was helpful enough to concern about her trouble. Thinking about Melissa, it is fair for anyone in her situation to think harder.

"But how can I trust someone like him...?" she thought herself.

"Thanks! But, may I know who you are?" Meanwhile she added a weird question. "And are you sick?" she asked, doubtfully.  

He questioned skeptically, "sick?"

"Is that why you're wearing the mask?" she asked. The moment she questioned that, he paced forward slowly with an unusual look in his eyes.

Melissa glared surprisingly, 'wh... What are you doing...' she mumbled, taking each step backwards. Nevertheless, he did not stop walking towards her.

"Stop!" she insisted. She had nowhere to go because the fence was behind and she was blocked by him against it.

"I'm warning you! I know Kung Fu!" she advised him a firm warning. He burst out in laughter, "seriously!"

Still leaning towards her, "you won't warn me if you really know who I am!" he warned back. Melissa glanced with her lovely eyes, sharply at him with her hand clenched as he gestured his hand to remove the mask.

She frightened whether the looks of him is dangerous as his behavior is. Once he removed it, she stared flabbergasted, wordless and terrorized.

"You!" her lips parted; she whispered slowly and incredulously.

She was unbelievable that the pop-star, 'Justin Bieber' is right in front of her with only a few centimeters distance away.

After a 4 seconds' stare, Justin smiled cheekily still lean to her with his arm blocking her from moving away, "didn't I told ya babes!"  

"Babes?" she repeated and thought of what he is coming for. He moved his crooked fingers towards her face to aside her framing layers blown over her face, some which covered her lips.

Well, now that is the crux that all went wrong. He laughed, "You can't punch me..." he said, proudly.

Nonetheless his proclamation did not stop Melissa's reaction-she showcased a punch with her fist without even considering that he is a world known celebrity, which left Justin apparently smitten.

Justin cried out painfully. "Aiii!" Seemingly he's challenged the wrong girl.

 "I don't care who the heck you are because you're just another human to me! And if you ever...tempt to touch me again-remember this!" she exhorted him with rising temper.

"Don't try to act the same way in front of me just the way you act in front of other girls!" she proceeded with her eyes sharp as flames, "you got the wrong girl to mess up!" She hinted.

"Ahh..." Justin yelled, rubbing his wounded mouth.

"You gotta pay for this!" he alerted her as he got up, got into his car, slammed the door shut and raced away.