𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

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⁂𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝⁂

I'm not sure how but in some type of way I always find myself in some kind of trouble with some type of person but not this time.

This time I'm the one who will show the rude crazy driver.
Debating on whether I want to throw mud on his car or not I end up walking past it but stop an idea popping into my mind.

"Yes..." I grin to myself, Mike silent next to me "Aria let's just go... We dont want to mess with rich people you never know what they might do to us..." He says softly looking like a lost child in a supermarket every two seconds looking up scared.

"Stop being such a baby Mike , us poor people have the exact same rights like these arrogant rich bastards plus I have a brilliant idea... I mean they deserve it for doing this to me." I say in a firm voice holding onto my dress turning to him to see how horrible I look due to this person's reckless driving.

Reaching into my purse I pulled out my red lipstick walking back towards the car.
If I want to do this I have to be quick before the person comes out.

Opening it I look at it with a smile on my face seeing Mike standing in a far away corner from me on alert.
Pussy.

Slowly I draw a big red heart on the driver's side window smiling to myself moving it,but what will I write into it?
Asshole?
Yeah I like it.
But like always I'm being punished by life as the window slowly rolls down and I jump in surprise seeing a Godlike man turning his head to me, jaw so sharp it would put knives to shame in a matter of seconds, his hair jet black falling onto his forehead as his eyes meet mine it's cold.
An extremely dark blue glaring at me from his seat his dark shade of pink lips slightly parted, while he holds onto the steering wheel of his car and I gulp.

Is there some kind of a photoshoot going on here? Why does he look do damn fake? I step back my hand feeling the air around me in search for something to hold onto as his door opened.

He stepped out and I felt small compared to bis height he was most probably six foot tall dressed in a black polo shirt going with black pants and a watch that I could bet is more expensive than every little thing I own, his frame was big and muscular and I could bet my dear life that he had to be doing some sort of sport to be able to look like that.

His car door shuts bringing me back to reality as my head quickly shot up seeing a vivid look in his eyes as he looks down at me and I felt something inside me, it's a feeling I felt back in highschool when I got shouted at by my parents or teachers for doing something I wasn't supposed to I felt guilty.

Guilty?
No! Isn't he the one who ruined my pretty dress?

My inner voice reminds me and I stand tall folding my arms across my chest looking back up at him hoping I might intimadate him a bit but I strongly doubt that.

"Which hospital?" He asks his voice holding no mercy as he looks down at me his jaw so sharp I gulped at his rich yet strong accent he had going on, as I felt a frown form between my brows. What is he talking about? Is he okay? Huhhhhh? Hospital?

"Hospital?" I ask more like squeak looking up at him still a bit mad "Mental hospital. You have to be fucking mad to do that to my car." He insults me and my neck jerk back shocked by his rude comment "Excuse you. But if you haven't noticed I am all covered in mud because of you." I say pointing my finger at him and he looks over at me and I follow his gaze seeing Mike slowly walking away looking like a mouse.