Xander

2.

Harper's P.O.V

No, no, no! I can't afford to pay for car damage.
In a panic, I instantly put my car in park and got out of my car, desperately praying that there wasn't any major damage done.
It was pitch black, so dark that I could barely even see the completely black car that I had hit, although I was staring right at it. I pulled out my phone and turned on my flashlight. Looking at it, it was the smallest nick I had ever seen, barely even noticeable.
I sighed in relief.
There's not very much damage, that's a good thing.
I quickly scanned the parking lot and only saw the car that I had hit, and my car.
Miranda parks in the back of the restaurant, so she wouldn't have seen anything, and I can't afford for my insurance to go up because of an accident.
    I looked through the car windows, or at least attempted to. The windows were tinted, and blended in almost exactly with the rest of the car. I thought for a few seconds.
    Well, whoever owns this car clearly has the money to repair it, and I really need to get home.
I looked around one last time and didn't see anyone. I knew it was wrong, but my already tough financial situation didn't have any room for more things to pay for.
With my heart still pounding, I turned and scurried back to my car. Then, just when I had put my hand on the door handle, I heard a door open.
"You're not actually going to leave now, are you?" Someone said from behind me.
FUCK.
I slowly turned around, and in front of me stood a tall and muscular dark haired man with a sharp jawline and very angry eyes.
    I paused for a moment.
"U-uh, I can give y-you my insurance." I offered, with a shaking voice.
    "That surely had to be the reason you started to walk to your car, right?" He said, raising an eyebrow.
"Y-yes," I lied, "I'll get it right now." I said, silently hoping he would believe that I wasn't just going to hit and run.
    I opened my car door and shuffled through all of my items in my middle compartment.
"Shit, where did I put it again?"
    It took me a minute, but after some time I finally found it buried under a few other car documents that I had.
I turned around and slightly jumped back a bit. The man had gotten closer to me while I was turned the other way, which just made me even more nervous because now there was only about a foot between us.
    "U-um I've never been in an accident, I'm not really sure how this works." I said.
He stared at me for a second.
    "You know, I had plans tonight and now I'm going to be late because of this issue." He stated, while leaning against my car and putting his arm on the open car door.
    Fuck, now he's got me cornered.
"I-I'm sorry for—"
    "For what? Hitting my expensive luxury car with this piece of trash?" He said, cutting me off.
I swallowed hard as realization hit me.
    Oh, he's one of those guys.
"Not everyone has the income to buy the nicest car." I said, my fear now starting to be replaced with fury.
His eyes shifted downwards for a second, and then he looked back up at me and smirked.
"It sure looks like you have a nice chunk of change here." He said, moving his hand towards my jacket.
"Hey!" I said, attempting to move backwards although there wasn't much space to do so. However, that just resulted to him moving even closer, our chests just barely touching now.
    I moved my hand to cover my pocket.
"I worked eleven hours today for that." I stated.
    "Relax, I'm not going to take your money." He said.
"Just take my insurance and let's get this over with." I mumbled.
Although I wasn't looking at him, I could still feel his eyes on me as he towered over my shivering body.
    "Or," he started to say as he shifted his stance, "we can forget the insurance, and you could perhaps repay me in another way." He started to lift up my chin with one of his fingers, and a look of disgust made its way onto my face as our eyes met.
    His eyes were so dark, it felt like he was looking into my soul.
Is he implying what I think he's implying?
We stared at each other for a few seconds, and then I felt his arms snake around my waist. I tried to push him back but he wouldn't budge, his chest was rock hard. Now with both of his arms locked around me I was really getting worried, I went into panic mode and did the first thing I could think of.
I stomped on his foot as hard as I could and he instantly let me go, then I pushed him back which created just enough distance for me to get away.
    I got into my car and instantly locked the doors before starting it, then I drove pedal to the floor the whole car ride home.