Persuasive// Muke fanfiction

Chapter 1

Crunch

Oh shit. My car!

I worriedly got out my dark blue Chevy, Impala 2004, checking my bonnet for any scratches or dents
The driver in the Toyota reversed and I tugged my hair at the sight of my mutilated car

"My Range Rover!" The guy yelled
I just stared at his car... It didn't even have a dent

"I want your number pla- shit" I shut my mouth at the sight of a punk

"Yeah, shit" he growled "what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Me?" I asked annoyed "look what you did to my car"

"Maybe if you'd followed the fucking road code!" He insulted my driving

"I was!"

"In what damn country? France?"

"In Aussie, where we are wise guy!"

"Blondes are so prissy!" He exclaimed

"Where is your licence?" I asked "and you don't even have a valid warrant?"

"I didn't bring my licence because I didn't expect some idiot to crash into my damn VX Limited!"

"whoop dee doo, you've got a limited" I waved my hands in front of me "my car is expensive! You have a Toyota!"

"Get over it"

I began furiously scribbling down his number plate and car description on a notepad but he grabbed it from me and tore it up, snapping my 40 dollar pen in half as though it were a toothpick

"Fuck yourself" He snapped, dropping my broken pen onto the floor

I squeaked... What?

"I'm not paying for the damage you caused. The rule is, I go first. You have a liscence, so you know that"

"But that's going to cost me-"

"I'm sure you have enough, rich bitch" he cut me off with a cold response

I hugged myself as he went to his bumper, licking his thumb to see if there were bad scratches or if I'd just left marks.

He was squatted down, his back to me as I wiped my eyes... My parents are going to kill me

He sighed and stood up "it's Michael"

"What?" I whispered

"My name"

"Why do I-"

"This is where you tell me yours"

"Oh uhm, Luke"

"Luke?" He frowned "what kind of shitty name is that?"

"My name" I answered hurt

"Did your parents hate you?"

"Shut up"

"Seriously, who the fuck names their kid Luke"

"I said shut up"

"Make me"

"I will" I put on my best tough voice

"Please, you're a scrawny shit. You wouldn't even slap like a girl"

"Shut up!"

"Free damn country!"

"That doesn't mean you get to shout at me, asshole!"

"Hypocrite!" He yelled back

"It's not my fault your parents obviously neglected you!"

"What the hell did you just say to me?"

I quietened down as his eyes became obsidian with anger

"I-I-"

"That's what I thought" he spat "faggot"

He got back into his car as my eyes watered and he started up his engine again, deliberately crashing into my poor car again.

I burst into tears, knowing I'd be dead. When my mum and dad saw this they'd confiscate my licence