She's My Natasha Girl

PROLOGUE

☆- PROLOGUE -☆

"Okay, okay! I'll pay for it!"

It took me a while to process what had occurred, and somehow managed to speak. He looked at me as if I'm nothing but a worthless person that needs to be smashed just like the car behind him.

"Great. Too early to meet stupid people..." he said after scoffing, "... Do you even imagine how much that car's worth, you poor, homeless bitch!"

I couldn't believe my ears. He kisses his mother with that mouth?

Random pedestrians are increasing rather quickly, making pinching fusses about me. I looked at how I dressed and see if it’s really that obvious that I am poor. I know my uniform is slightly faded, wrinkled, and quite stained, but it’s not appropriate to call me a homeless bitch!

"I'm not homeless! And I'm not a bitch! Now tell me its fixing cost, and I’ll fully pay for it, WITH PLEASURE!"

I made it clear to his pompous face that I'm no ordinary girl. A girl who has principles.

A girl that even though it was clearly an accident that she wrecked a shiny, expensive-looking car stands for what she believes in. And is willing to work tremendously hard to get the money. Though I wish it's below fifty dollars. I hate the fact that I was born extremely poor.

The guy examined the vehicle that is extremely smashed to an electric post. A vehicle that is barely recognized as a car because of its broken front, severely scratched up paint, and no roof at all. Oh... I think it really has no roof. Cars are weird these days.

"Hmm, let's see…” he said, still examining the car, “The bumper's completely wrecked, side mirrors - and - the rear view mirror are all cracked up, headlights are badly damaged...hmm, that would be..." he stopped for a moment to flash a small grin, while I gulped a bunch of times, wishing I'm dead,

"... nothing."

There's a moment of silence as his last word corrupted my brain. Wha- Nothing??

"Excuse me, WHAT?"

"It cost nothing. I will give my Dollars a rest."

Is it still soon before I call this guy a weirdo? He gave his car a name, he was insanely mad a while ago, now he says his car costs nothing?

Oh why bother? I got to go catch my next subject.

"Really? That's great! Thank you. So sorry for Dollars though."  I said, with my heart fleeing in relief.

"Yeah, because you have to buy me a new one."

My whole body froze.
And just as I was about to hug him.

"WHAT?! You’re kidding, right?"

"Look, beggar, I'm getting tired, so you have two options, it's either you buy me the exact same car, or you’ll have a nice spot in jail!"

"But that's impossible! This is still fixable, right?" I said, already panicking as I tap the car's bumper, smiling forcefully.

If I could just go back in time, I should've just stayed at home, and made myself a hot cocoa.

"I knew it. You're nothing but an ass out.”

"Can you please give me more time to save? I don't have any money yet. Please... sir?"

Literally.. I don’t have any cash here. All I have is reserved for one friggin’ bus ticket.

"What did I tell you? Pay up, or you go straight to---"

"PLEASE!! I'm just a no good working student! Gimme more time to save money!"

My eyes suddenly filled with tears.

I started embracing the tall guy's shins making a complete idiot of myself. I don't even care anymore. All I know is I'm going to be dead if my mom hear about this. So either way, I'M DEAD.

"HEY! GET OFF ME, YOU HOBO!" He said, shaking his legs. Wow, he has very long lean legs. This guy's a giant!

"UWAAAAAH!!"

"F*ck off, you hag!”

"UWAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

"Do you want to die!?"

"UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"

"UGH. FINE!"

I took that 'fine' as a term for freedom so I stood up, and said thanks. Little did I know that he has a different view of it. He, as a way of expressing it, cupped my head with his hand, and turned my head to his face. His face is different now. I somehow had the idea that I’m facing the exact image of the devil.. Really scary.

"I have one more option..." he said as his lips curve into a frightening smirk,

"... From this day forward, I crown you as my new Natasha girl."