"How can you tell? That I like books, I mean."
"The look on your face when you walked in, somehow I doubted you were that impressed by me." ― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
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After what seems like hours and yet to only be seconds , I open my eyes slowly . Everything is blurry as my eyes adjust to the light of my surrounding . I tilt my head up to look at my image on the rear view mirror .
Looking at myself , I still look pretty nice for someone who just got into a car accident . My lip is busted and the metallic taste of blood that get into my mouth is gross.
Wait , is the driver alright ? I look through the windshield . It's no longer drizzling . Direct rays of sun starts to make their way between the clouds .
There is only a little smoke is coming out of both our cars indicating that only a small damage has been done . I am utterly blessed and grateful that we're both fine , I assume , or else I would have to get to most horrible lecture of my life .
Without wasting anymore time , I unlock my car to get out of it . I can't push the door without wincing in pain as my hand was in a very awkward position , making my muscle sore . I walk to the truck while covering my lips using the end of my sleeve to stop it from bleeding .
The sound of the door shut makes me nerves go wild . Is this person going to kill me ? It's my fault after all for not concentrating on the road .
What should I say ? I can barely string a proper sentence together in my current state now .
The person walks towards me slowly . By the way he walks with his broad shoulder and confidence , I can tell he is intimidating . He stops as soon as he was a few inches away from me . I step back , taking a step at once until I hit my car , putting my guards up .
I can't figure out how he looks as his back was facing the sunlight , making him a dark figure standing in front of me . He turns his head to one side slightly to observe the damage done to his car . What I see next is what every girl dreams of , the eyelashes !
His thick eyelashes is so curled that makes his sea-green eyes looks so gorgeous . The shadow of his lashes formed on his face makes me jealous . He is mouth-watering ugh .
Without thinking , I blurt out , feeling so stressed after the series of events that has happened today .
"God! Sorry. Are you injured? I wasn't paying attention. I offer money as recompense for the damage or I can just get you a mechanic and all the cost -"
"Do you think this is about the money , you rich brat !?" He hisses with so much venom dripping out of his words .
Have I met him before? He sounds familiar .
Of course, not . I have never met someone this rude and impolite in my seventeen years of living .
"So ,what do you want ? I said sorry , didn't I ? I'm not going to walk away without fixing anything . In case you've forgotten , fixing comes with money unless you live in the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse . Wait , is that where you are -? " I said sarcastically .
I'm clearly not in a good mood today after what has happened . From tons of homework to knowing my mum is not coming home .
He takes a step towards me, cutting me off .
I groan in frustration. I think people really love cutting me off when I speak.
"All I want is that you don't go around killing people on the road. Kill yourself before you kill others,will you ?" He spits each words clearly, afraid that I don't hear him . Duh.
He sounds deadly and cold . He would have been more beautiful with a nice personality , not like this . I think my dull eyes suits him and his personality better .
I can't believe I'm thinking about how he looks when I'm facing a crisis here. A deadly one.
Can I just strangle him now ? I should just chop him into pieces before dumping him into the river or send him back to Mickey by FedEx. Yeah, what a nice plan.
I'm pulled out of my thought as I heard someone starts a car engine . He's already in the truck . I don't notice him walking and getting into it. I must have spaced out just now .
I jog towards his car and knock on his window as hard as I could . I am at the point where I don't care that I break his window . My blood is boiling after processing what he has just said . Kill yourself. He doesn't have the least of politeness and that is irritating me deep down in my soul.
"Hey ! What on Earth is wrong with you ! Roll down the window ! I'm not done with you yet !" I yell at him while pounding on the window with more force.
I should have expected what he is going to do but I don't .
He looks at me through the thin glass that is separating us , smirking a little. He presses the gas pedal before driving off , leaving me gawking at this sudden occurrence.
"Today has been one hell of a day ." I mumble to myself .
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Teen Fiction"All I want is that you don't go around killing people on the road. Kill yourself before you kill others,will you ?" He spat each word clearly, afraid that I didn't hear him. One road accident lead to more inevitable encounter in school, more heated...
