What If

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(Hey guys I'm back again and I'm so sorry for the very late updates. I've been dealing with some stress from work. And my time was just so limited I wasn't able to concentrate in writing. Anyways, I'm here and I promise to update more often. Thank you for the patience.)

Songs while writing for this chapter are:

All of the stars-Ed Sheeran

Give me love-Ed Sheeran

(in a repeat mode)

When my eyes glance at him again, I couldn't find the exact words for my mouth. I want to tell him that he's overreacting or to show him that I'm no easy-match for him, but seeing just how he welcomes the idea, with blazing eyes and gritted teeth, I decided to just let my mouth shut.

"Fuck! I could have thrown you off my car, you know.." he says, while harshly running a hand through his hair.

His words made my fueled anger blow. He didn't have to be such a jerk over such simple little things like that. It's not that I'm gonna push him hard to do something he never wanted to. Well, not that I can force hin, anyway.

I glared at him in between my controlled-anger breathing way. And was about to yank the car open when I heard him growl.

"Fine. Better get off, before something bad happens." he mutters, but the way he's speaking it makes my heart trembled.

"Your an asshole! And will always be.." I told him before gliding my body out of his hell of a car. I did not bother to thank him for the ride. He was not even a good sport about it anyway. And I'm in the middle of this unending road where he chose to antagonize me with his fucking attitude.

My breathing was rugged. And I gently tugged strands of my hair as I stand at the middle of the road, alone and waiting impatiently for some miracles that will take me home. I saw his car greedily roaring down the road after I slammed the door closed. And I even remember his pissed off expression as I caught a look at him while sliding off the car.

He doesn't have to react that way. If it's of too much for him then he can politely say no. No need for being such a jerk and an asshole. But it seems like those said qualities were already his trademarks.

Moments for what seems like eternity passed when I saw a car coming on toward me. But then when I take a good look on it, I felt my eyes widen and my mouth drops.

The car take it's break in a very harsh way that I almost swallow tiny dust in the air. And I cough roughly and closes my eyes restraining the anger that starts to grow inside. I'm nearly ending the rope of my patience with him.

"What are you doing?" I call him while clumsily walking toward his way.

When he saw me approaching, he clutch the car door and swung it open. Not even bothering looking at me.

"Get in the car, Jennifer." that deep accented voice cut me through inside once again making holes and that I quickly gulp some air for breathing.

I stiffen my neck in my famous "stubborn-way" look and I glare hard at him though I doubt if he even see me reacting this way. Just because up until now, he didn't even glance his way to me.

"Don't make me repeat again. Coz it won't be just saying it this time. I can walk up in there, grab you by the arm and literally drag you up until your body will be like jelly, then it will be easier to slam it on my trunk. You know I can do that, don't you? " he says so casually, that it makes my nerve shivers and a heart pumping accelerated. I cringe at the idea, at his idea and I almost throw curses on to his face. But I stop myself, the more I show him how his gross of a words affect me, the more I'm feeding for his happiness. The more I lost, and he wins.