tomboy ▪ hemmings

2.

well, i'm here now.

the trip to her night shift was actually going well, the night breeze hitting her bare neck. her hair was tied up in a bun and hidden under her grey and green army snapback.

she didn't really bother to wear a helmet, since it was night time and no polices were around her area at this usual time. she got carried away, finding her way with the torchlight in the basket of her bicycle.

she hummed along to a song that was one of her officemates. well, not really since she wasn't one of those people that owned a cubicle. she only served coffee and swept around the building. the friend she had was Rosie, the only worker that had the decency to greet her every day.

she was used to it anyways. Rosie was a lovely person too, giving her some cookies or cupcakes she had baked the day before with her husband. her ringtone was a catchy tune, and Andrea found herself humming along to the beat every time she heard it.

the diner she was working part time was owned by a nice old man. his name was Jeff, and he was very considerate of her working shifts. she wasn't allowed to be alone whenever she was working, and that resulted in her friendliness with some other workers there. she was the youngest though.

she hummed some other beat she made up in her mind, trying to push the negative thoughts of the eerily dark night. her flashlight was running low on batteries, thus making her mentally curse.

Ponn Ponn.

that was what made her swerve to the left, making her lose her balance. she found herself on the surface next to the graveled pavement, and she winced at how her leg was trapped below the bicycle. she groaned at how she knew a bruise would soon be forming on her leg or thigh.

"Hey! Are you insane? God dammit, maybe you're dead blind too!"

Andrea frowned before slowly lifting the bicycle and brushed her palms onto her jeans, since they were slightly dirty from the fall. his voice could make her ears bleed from pure annoyance.

she looked over from where the voice was heard, and he didn't even bother to get out from the car. she saw his head from out of the window, and his jaw was clenched - some type of fury maybe.

she shook her head, before walking closer to the car so she could piss him off. it wasn't her fault at all!

"Look who's talking! You were the one who was totally being an inconsiderate jerk!"

"What the hell did you say?" the man, or more preferably douche in this situation slammed the car door behind him. he was at least six foot tall, and the way he stood before her made her wince slightly. he towered over her effortlessly. his hands were in fists by his sides, making her gulp.

but no - she couldn't act like a wimp now.

"I said you were an inconsiderate jerk! Mind clearing your earwax would you?" she huffed, slowly covering her nervous act. she wasn't sure if she wanted to pick a fight with this handsome giant.

what?

but before she could shake away her thoughts, a fist came launching upon her jaw making her stumble backwards. she winced and groaned, clutching her jaw in her hands. she tasted the rusty taste of blood in her cheeks, and she moved her jaw but found herself regretting doing so.

was this dude crazy? couldn't he see that he was totally out of her reach to fight? she was as tall as his shoulders, and he decided to hit her too.

"Well, that definitely served you right asshole. Better watch that filthy mouth of yours!"

"What the hell was that for? God, you're a dick!" she held her jaw in her hands, shouting wasn't really making the pain go away - but she was annoyed. and she wasn't going to give up easily.