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THE SWEET VOICE OF STEVIE NICKS singing 'Gold Dust Woman' became drowned out by the sound of Valentina rolling over the curb next to her driveway, said girl cursing as she continued to slump over the ledge.
Unbeknownst to the girl straightening out her wheels as she parked at the top of her driveway, Steve Harrington was leaning against the driver's side door of his own burgundy BMW, observing the careless driving of his neighbor who, unbeknownst to the boy, was frantically doing everything in her power to return to the safety of her room as fast as possible, even if it meant cutting corners and curbs.
He watched as the girl literally crawled out of the car, almost falling flat on her face as her upper half moved faster than her feet. He wasn't close enough to hear the sighs and grumbles that escaped her lips as she brushed off her hands that she'd caught her body with against the pavement, but he could see the slight movements of her lips that caught his attention.
She reached inside her car, the top portion of her body disappearing for a second before it returned with her signature messenger bag in tow.
In a rush to get inside, the girl's hands shoved the driver's door closed before her other hand could yank the bag out, causing the strap of the purse to get caught in between the door and the vehicle.
Contrary to the distance between them that had not changed, Steve was able to hear the curses that left the girl's lips this time. Clearly.
Profanity after obscenity echoed in the distance as the girl yanked on the handle of her car door that just wouldn't budge.
Listening the the girl shout incoherent words that eventually just turned into one long scream, he decided now was the time to confront her.
"Need a hand?"
The blonde whipped toward the sound of an unwanted voice, hair disheveled after whipping it around during the fall and followed by several aggressive attempts to open her car. Her cheeks were flushed and lips slightly parted, evidence of her screaming fit lingering around her frail figure.
"What?" she snapped, no movement in her body besides the furrow of her dark brows, contrasting the rest of her pale body.
"I said, need a hand?" he repeated.
"I heard what you said, dumbass," she snapped, animosity spewing off her tongue.
"Well you didn't answer," he shrugged, looking away as she glared at him.
"I don't need your help. Why are you here?" she asked, speaking faster than she had the last time she spoke. Their last conversation had been filled with short and snippy phrases, a sign he knew well that meant she didn't want to speak.
Despite her clear frustration and fast responses, the boy could easily tell by her replies that this was a different kind of anger, though.
Steve considered mentioning the obvious fact that the girl was locked out of her car, thin strap of her bag still wedged between the door but not enough to prevent the mechanism from closing entirely.
