"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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"What about you, Emara?"
Green orbs look ahead on the road, while I still feel a flutter in my chest with the mysterious words that he confessed to me.
"You seem like a girl who like rock music." Dakota passes a lazy smirk at me before his eyes focus back on the traffic.
A mixture of surprise and amusement washes over me as I look at him with an open mouth. "Yeah. I do like.. Hard rock and grunge music."
How does he know?
His pretty smile just widens on his lip while he simply drives, maybe waiting for me to open up as well.
"I.." Begin to whisper. "Somehow find peace in such loud, noisy songs, though my parents hate it." I chuckle, remembering them knocking at my door to tone down the volume.
God! I miss them.
"People with too many thoughts in their mind enjoy listening to music louder than the noise in their head. It makes them feel peaceful." His voice gentle, which made my thoughts running.
"Which explains your behaviour." Dakota looks at me, before killing the engine.
My behaviour?
"You zone out easily." He says, unbuckling his seatbelt.
I zone out? Really?
"I.. never observed that." I whisper, unbuckling my seat belt as well.
"I did." He states before stepping out of his seat and closing the door behind him.
Acute silence flows in my ears and mind, echoing with the question, do I really zone out? How come I never noticed it before!
The car door on my side opens and I see Dakota standing there patiently to escort me. I pick myself up, along with my mind, and gracefully get out of the car in my flip-flops.
His eyes seem to notice my footware as well, and he politely suggests, "I think I should get you something better to wear."
"Or maybe.. you could just return my shoes and clothes. That would be way better, I guess." I taunt him playfully, as he closes the door behind me and locks the car.
"Emara.." I feel a hand on my back, slowly sliding me to the safer footpath side, while Dakota positions himself on the road side as we start walking.
"I really have no idea where your clothes or shoes are." He confesses, with raw honesty in his eyes.
Confusion paints my face as I gaze back at him with furrowed brows. "But you.. You took away my clothes and hid them so I couldn't wear any of it." I remind him of his deeds.
Dakota shakes his head with a serious look in his eyes. "Honestly.. I don't remember hiding or taking them away. I'll ask Martina if she knows anything about your clothes."
