Love And Deepspace Oneshots

Sylus:

"Rage." A girl with brown eyes called the girl slumped on her desk.

"What?" She pushed her head up and looked at the girl leaning towards her their faces a few centimeters apart.

"It's time to go home." The brown eyed girl informed her while walking backwards then went back on her own seat.

"Yes. Yes." Moving like a zombie, the girl Rage took her time to pick up her bag that is just lying by her feet.

"End of the day is always the fun part of the day for you, Rage," She noticed the lifeless reaction of her friend.

Rage tsked. "That guy," She sighed. "My brother's friend will pick me up."

"The handsome guy?"

"Which of those are you thinking?" She frowned as she took a look at the brown eyed girl. "Which of those garbage are you talking about?"

"The one with white hair and evil smirk but undoubtedly a handsome face."

"Huuuhhh?!" Rage looked at her friend, horrified.

"He is evil," she shrugged. "But yeah. That one. Bye, Clara!"

"Don't let him go under your skin," She reminded me but I shrugged.

"I will try to.." I grinned.

*Yeah, why not* i thought to myself. I will piss him off big time.

I went to the exit of our school and I immediately saw Sylus leaning his back on his truck. His handsome truck. Maybe the only thing good to look at.

"Hop in." He opened the driver's seat and entered.

He never even bothered to open the passenger seat. Fine. I will sit at the back.

He looked at me through the rearview mirror.

"Why are you fucking sitting there?" He growled. "Do I look like a chauffeur?"

"Don't you?" I smiled at him.

"I absolutely fucking don't," he doesn't start the car. "Sit here in the damn front, you little rat." He hissed.

"Try calling me that in front of Caleb and he will whip your loser ass." I grinned at him while giving him the finger.

I won't move until he opens the passenger door for me.

Take that, you turd!

He huffed. "You little--"

"Yes, me little-- me little what, Sylus?" I taunted. I am enjoying his reactions. He doesn't have any when I am not in his line of sight actually. He's just there, like an ice statue but with burning lava irises. And it burns brightly when I am around.

He hates me and I hate him back.

There is something in him that is not sitting right with me. Maybe his gruffness? But he looks actually sophisticated enough. Like a guy from the Korean dramas I see. Or the Chinese dramas. The heir of the CEO type. Because I admit, those guys are just a dream.

And hey! I am a normal girl. I like pretty faces but I don't know what's different about him that ticks me.

I can see his knuckles turning white gripping the steering wheel because of annoyance.

With who, you ask? Of course, me. Mirage Cross.

The one and only.

"What are you waiting for? Drive, chauffeur." I grinned as he shot daggers with his eyes. "The car won't drive itself."