GoodGirl BadGirl

Chapter 9 l P1

Chapter Nine: Like the old saying goes looks could be deceiving

Katerina's POV

PART ONE

I screamed to the heavens as the car screeched to a stop a mere inch away from Nevada Adams.

For a moment time ceased to stop. Everything was still as the echoes of my scream reverberated around us. Nevada was frozen, her hands spread out in front of her as if to shield her body from the car, and her eyes tightly shut.

I was breathing heavily and my lame attempt to get up was useless as I fell back down again. My heart was beating fast, the sting in my knee only amplifying with each movement, and I was painfully sitting on top of a rock.

"Nevada!" I yelled, "Nevada, are you okay?"

The driver door opened and out came a man who couldn't have been bigger than a five year old child. He was small yet old with greying hair and gold spectacles. He went running to Nevada.

"Miss, Miss, are you okay?" he said looking up at her.

She didn't reply but gradually she opened her eyes. She then began feverously placing her hands everywhere on her body as if to make sure she wasn't hit anywhere. When she was satisfied that no blood was shed, she looked up to the sky and shouted "Oh thank you Lord! Today is not the day!!" And pumped her fist to the sky.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her dramatics, and began shifting myself, "Ouch!" I exclaimed.

Both of them turned and came running towards me, "Shit, Kat. F*ck. F*ck. F*ck. How is your knee?" Nevada remarked bending down next to me. My knee unfortunately acquired more damage than originally. When I fell down and scraped it, the ground took more skin than I thought and left behind quite a deep cut. A deep cut that was obtained by a very sharp rock. There was dried blood all over my leg and the t-shirt Nevada had given me also covered. Luckily I got away with only one leg being injured. After the adrenaline wore off the pain hit me hard and for the rest of the walk I was limping.

"Oh dear, I hope it wasn't me who caused that" the man answered, going down on one knee.

Both me and Nevada turn to look at him. A closer inspection revealed that he had short brown hair cropped to his shoulders with strays of grey, a ghost of a scar down his right cheek which was covered in a five o'clock shadow and an extremely worried expression. He was wearing an immaculate grey business suit and the glasses he was wearing looked almost too big for his small face.

Before I could reply back, Nevada jumped in, "Yes! Yes! This is your entire fault"

He ran a hand through his hair clearly tensed by the situation, "I am so sorry, I thought these roads were empty and I-I must've dozed off for a second and oh God, I hope you aren't hurt too bad. Here, let me call an ambulance for you" he replied.

"Oh no, this isn't..." I began but again Nevada interrupted, "No! No! I mean, there's no need for an ambulance, she's fine" and to prove her point she slapped my knee (my bad knee) and I let out a painful groan.

"Oh shit. F*ck, I'm so sorry" I glared at her through my pain while she looked guiltily at me.

"No, I'm calling an ambulance for you now" he said getting up and going to his car.

"No! No! Wait mister, hold on!" Nevada shouted, getting up to go after him. But before she could go anywhere I grabbed her and pulled her back.

"What the noodles are you playing at? Why did you just blame that poor man for something he didn't do?" I said to her.