Devil Or Angel?

Chapter 1

"No, Kendall, I just got off of work, okay? I'll be there soon."

"Well hurry up." my best friend says. "This dress is cute and I need your opinion."

"Alright, okay. I'll be there. Give me like...twenty minutes."

"Alright." Kendall sighs.

I hang up and my phone vibrates with a text from Lauren, my cousin.

Lauren: Kendall is gonna skin u if u dont hurry

Me: yeah I know, I'm working on it.

The streetlights shine through the window as I drive down the street. My engine protests as I push the speedometer to eighty in a forty five.

Suddenly, headlights on a giant car shine through my window, and I feel myself jerk violently to the right. I clutch the steering wheel as I spin around and around until I come to a violent stop in the middle of the intersection.

Gasping, I look around my body.

I'm alive! I don't feel any blood. I exhale slowly and shove my door open violently.

My phone is cracked.

I slam the door. I got hit on the passenger side.

A guy stands about ten feet from a giant 2015 matte black Jeep Wrangler. It's lifted.

There's one small dent in the front and a few scratches.

The guy's hands are behind his head and his jack is slack. He closes his mouth and his jaw flexes as he clenches his jaw.

His muscles are giant.

I look at my car and sigh slowly.

It's not going to get me anywhere now. The entire passenger side is dented in.

I can't afford to get another car.

I turn back around to the guy.

His eyes slowly drift from his Jeep to me.

"You bitch! Look what you fucking did!"

"I did?" I ask. "You were the fuck the blew the red light!"

"I didn't blow any fucking lights, bitch whore! You destroyed my fucking Jeep!"

"No I didn't! You got a tiny fucking dent and a goddamn scratch? I can't even drive my fucking car!"

"So? It's a piece of shit anyways and you shouldn't have blown the fucking light!"

"I didn't fucking blow the light, asshole! You did!"

"I did not!" he shouts, getting right in my face. How old are you anyways? Three?"
"No! You're acting like a fucking two year old! Just own up to your goddamn mistake!"

"I didn't make a mistake, you cunt! You did!"

"Fuck you, dick! I didn't do anything!"

"How fucking old are you?" he hisses, his lips inches from mine.
"I'll be fucking twenty one tomorrow, fucker, how about you, huh? How old are you? Thirty? Forty?"
"Twenty fucking two." he hisses. "Now pay up!" he puts his hand out.

"You think I'm going to pay you to fix your fuckboy car? You think wrong! Fuck you, prick! I'm not paying you a dime! You owe me thousands to get a new car, because clearly, you totaled mine!"

"My Jeep is not a fuckboy!"

"No, but a fuckboy drives it!" I snarl.

"Are you calling me a fuckboy?"

"Yes! I fucking am! You're a fuckboy and I bet you have twenty STD's!"

"I'm calling the fucking police to make your Barbie ass pay up." he hisses. He whips out his phone. I watch as he angrily talks to the police. I stand there and glare at him in the middle of the intersection.

He hangs up. Sirens start blaring.

"You're bleeding." he grumbles.

"I fucking wonder why." I mutter, swiping blood off my forehead. I wince.

Yeah, I'm going to need stitches.

"I'm not paying to fix your piece of shit." he snaps.

"Yes you are!"

"No I'm not!"
"Well you're going to do something."

Sighing loudly, he marches over to my car and rips the hood open.

He stares at it for a while.

"Yeah, it's totaled. You better have some money." he snaps.

"Stop saying that!" I snap, leaning against my car.

"I'm only saying the truth!"

"It's not the truth!" I shout at him.

Police officers and firemen and ambulances show up.

"Yes it is, bitch."

"No it's not!"

"What happened here?"

"He blew a red light and hit me!" I say at the same time he says, "She blew a light and slammed into me!"

Both of us start rambling and swearing at one another at the same time.

The officer puts his hands up.

"You." he waves a witness over.

A guy walks over.

"Did you see what happened?"

"Yes. That guy blew the light and slammed into her."

Every witness he asks says the same thing.

Paramedics shine lights in my eyes and a tow truck comes and takes my car away after I get everything out of it.

Th cop writes up the guy.

"You owe her two thousand dollars."

"What? I can't buy a new car with that!"

"I'm not giving her shit." the guy says.

"If you don't you go to jail. You have one month."

Everyone leaves.

"Bitch!" the guy growls. He gets in his jeep and speeds off.

I walk to the sidewalk and sit down.

Sighing, I dial Kendall.

"Where are you?" she asks.

"On the sidewalk. It's a long story, but I need a ride."

So? What do you think?

~Sam