It's a sickening feeling. The feeling that someone knows you too well.
I refused to jump on the back of his motorbike so here I am, refusing to wrap my arms around myself to conduct heat, walking in heels in the dead of night with a dog tailing me.
"you could save us both a lot of time if you just jumped on" He grits
entitled little bitches. Thats what I think of men.
" Funny, now I'm given an alternative on my way to somewhere you're forcing me" I snap back
He lets out a dry laugh and I'm given no warning when he speeds up to me and almost runs me over making me stumble backwards almost loosing my balance.
I stare at him with wide eyes.
"ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID" I raise my voice as I approach him
"I don't think so"
his smirk is infuriating .
I unsheathe the knife on my side without drawing his attention.
I hear a deep chuckle escape his lips and thats when I stab the knife into the wheel.
His smile immediately drops as he jumps off his bike onto the empty road and runs to the wheel.
"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT"
I maintain a steely gaze, standing my ground as he inspects the damage .
I roll my eyes, unimpressed. "You were practically running me over!"
"and thanks to you we both need to walk back" He pulls out his phone and send someone a message.
I don't hide the smile that forms on my face.
"Lead the way" I tell him
I genuinely don't think anyone has ever made me do things as stupid as this guy.
Atleast I won't have to do his dirty work.
So now I can focus on my own.
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It's been like 20 minutes.
My heels continue to make a clicking noise against the run down cement and my concern builds up for my ability to continue walking in these shoes before theyre seriously damaged.
"zayden" I call his name
He looks back at me, the street lights illuminating his unfairly striking features.
"What?" He demands more than asks, his anger and annoyance with me evident.
To be honest I'm not surprised in the least that he would want to get rid of me. I drive myself crazy sometimes.
These poor people.
So inexperienced.
" My shoes are going to break" I tell him raising my eyebrows.
He raises his eyebrows in return, now hes the unimpressed one.
"And?"
"call someone to pick me up" I roll my eyes at his lack of initiative.
This is why I'm always put in charge.
He laughs at my suggestion
" just take them off" he makes the statement as if that isn't the stupidest thing that's ever come out of his mouth
I give him a disgusted look.
He did not just tell me to " take them off"
" absolutely not" I glare at him.
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Broken Constellation
Romance"blood on your hands they say- as though it stops there ; at your wrists, like a glove as though you could do all of this and there couldn't be a part of you that isn't stained or dripping" They say the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons an...
