Another weird part of my life is me not having a car. Now every teenager has a car in Florida, just not this one. I decided that the money that I have been saving up from my weekend works, I would keep it until I found my new love. Not only that but *looks around* don’t tell anyone, I always have this thing for driving instructors. They turn me on and make me wanna grab them instead of the steering while am driving, so I decided not to mention anything about driving until my father is available to accompany me when doing the driver’s test.
It was a quite luminous morning in Legacy City, considering the fact that we were right around the corner approaching winter. I was walking slowly as I had enough time on my hand. It was not usual for a girl like me to be called to but it seems that karma gave me a big hug this morning because a Red Toyota pulled up to my feet, stopping me in my tracks. At first I was about to take off with the wind but something held me back. Not just the fact that I would like to get a ride in one of those super-hot cars but also the music coming from it hit me in my face like an angry mother. “I won’t give up on us even the skies get rough. I’m giving you all my love, I’m still looking up. No I won’t give up!” I almost melted at the sound of the music… Hold on don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t melting in love, I was melting in hatred. That song was playing on my first date with heart-breaking, unconscionable asshole that I called my lover. I remember every word that we exchanged that night and even now it hurts to the core. The person in this car could be a damn billionaire right now, I swear I don’t want to see him/her at the moment.
“Excuse me sweet thang are you sure you’re okay?” came a voice from beside me.
“Yes I am fine. Now I would prefer to be left alone. Thank you!” I said, almost shouting.
“Are you sure about that sweet thang because I think the ice berg have melted from your eyes”
I was so embarrassed to know that a stranger had seen me crying. I didn’t know what to do or say because even at that moment I could not get a clear view of the person. The tears were still running and all of a sudden, the anger that has built-up in me just escaped.
“Listen to me ok! I said I am fine and I would rather be left ALONE. Why the hell do you guys always pretend to care and at the end of the day you flush us like waste in a toilet!! Didn’t your mom teach you to stay out of people’s business!!! Omg you are so unbelievable at the moment and don’t even think of saying another word to me ok mister. Now I will do the talking!! You made me start crying so all am gonna do is go take a seat in the front of your car and you are gonna come inside, drive me to school because obviously I’m too messed up to walk and then you’re gonna disappear out of my life forever!!!! Got it??”
I didn’t even wait for a response, I just hopped into that beautiful red machine and surprisingly within seconds my unknown driver sped off in the direction of my school. Did he even know where I was going? I have no clue. Hopefully he stops at the first school gate he sees, which would of course be my school.
We were driving perfectly fine when all of a sudden the car stopped. I was about to give that boy, man or whoever he was a piece of my mind but before I could utter a word, his lips were crashing onto mine. I was struggling to pull away but after getting a good look at those arm muscles I decided to enjoy it while it lasted. I could feel the adrenaline rush to my brain, the hunger, the passion, that … awesome feeling that I have never felt before. Now if this man was not an angel then he was an alien. I couldn’t do this much longer. Time was against me plus I was not ready to have sex with a complete stranger so I gathered all the strength I had and pushed that heavy man from me and YES!! I succeeded. His face changed from sexy to serious in a split second and he turned to the road, put one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my leg(which made it feel like it was pinned to the seat) and drove off, this time going at an annoyingly slow speed. I was once again just about to give him another piece of my mind when he rudely interrupted my thoughts and started a conversation that I was hoping would not start.
“So tell me… how do girls so pretty act like they have just escaped form the asylum?” he asked with a cheeky grin on his face.
