What If

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"You gonna stand there or your coming?" That raspy voice woke me up again. His face is serious with a hint of annoyance as he glares at me with furrowed brows.

I slowly took a step inching toward him. Still embarrased.

"What the..! If your having second thoughts then don't push yourself around.." He exclaimed hastily. As he brushed his hair with his fingers.

I almost swallowed my tongue as I made a swift move on the passenger side which he left open for me.

He slammed my side of the door hard that I want to cry out in nervousness. I don't like this side of his personality. I prefer the playful one and the teaser sometimes.

I clamped my fingers and settled them on my lap.

As soon as he was seated, the car immediately roared to life. I caught a glimpse of his annoyed expression on the front mirror and I can't help myself to tremble.

I noticed that the sleeve of his black shirt were folded up that the tattoes came into view. His hands were big enough to gripped the steering wheel of the car and his fingers were tall almost candlelike. Just right to hold a brush or a pencil. Oh! I almost forgot!

"C..can I ask you..something?" I softly said just in time he was making a "U Turn".

His brows raised up quickly. Without looking at me.

"Spill.."

I let out a heavy sigh and played the hem of my jacket with my fingers. This is just getting so awkward.

"Uhm..I was one of the candidate to be the valedictorian. And the principal, I mean our principal gave us a task to show him that we're the deserving one, you know stuffs like that.." Why the hell did I ran out of words?

He look at me with raised brows.

"And...Do I have anything to do with your damn achievements?" He muttered making a growl sound.

My mouth went dry. And my throat grew lump. I immedietely let out a small cough.

I need to say it now. But where is my goddamn voice?

"An autobiography..You want my fucking autobiography like I'm some dead shit person, right?" He snapped. Eyes blazing with fire. Oh no!

"I'm not..saying that!" I quickly blurted. Confused at the sudden turn of events.

"Really? Then tell me what is it that you want Jennifer! Tell me that I was just stupid enough to assume that your asking me to let you write the fucking story of my life! You fucking tell me...right now! " His yell was like an earthquake that I felt my body shaking and impaired.

"I mean..yeah.." Is all my mouth said. As I touch my throat with my fingers. I think I'm in a firing squad.

The car stopped out of a sudden. And I almost bumped my head on the front part of the car. Good thing seatbelts were invented.

I watched the rise and fall of his chest as he swiped falling strands of hair on his face. His eyes were still focused straight forward.

And right now all I want to do is jumped out of this car and run for my life.

"..how dare you even ask me that directly to my face..!" He said in gritted teeth.

I can't find my words. I'm totally exhausted. Well, seems like talking to him always gave me exhaustion. What's so bothering on letting someone wrote your autobiography? And if your having any issues about it then just simply say no. Not acting weird and freaking out.