Before the end of Summer

Chapter Seven

Seven 

My car door flies open as I jump out to survey the damage. I look at the bumper and there's no damage, but that doesn't mean nothing will go wrong later.

"Are you blind?" I hear a voice yell. I turn and see the other driver getting out. Oh, he is definitely not talking to me. 

"Excuse me?" Immediately, I start walking toward him.

"The light was clearly yellow; we both could've made it!" He yells again.  

 "Clearly, you need to retake your exams because yellow, means slow down, not speed up." I stop a few feet away, and cross my arms over my chest. "Besides, you've got to be blind not to see the brake lights of a big white truck."

"Is that so?" He says, mimicking my pose and cocking his head to the side. 

"It is."

"Oh, excuse me, I didn't realize you were driving like a minor."

"What?" I ask, getting closer. Just when I thought we were getting somewhere.

"Following the rules of the road doesn't make me a new driver. It makes me smart." Who in the hell does this guy think he is?

"What are you, sixteen? Seventeen?" He laughs, his hazel eyes twinkling. He's actually amused!

"My age has nothing to do with this!" I shout and stomp my foot. The driver of the car just smiles again, and I want to punch him in the face. I don't though, because that would make the situation much worse. "This is ridiculous. Let's just exchange insurance information so that I can get on with my day."

"Why do you need that?" His face changes from amused to alarmed. "There's no damage, not even a scrape!"

"Not right now, but who knows what will happen when I leave?" Sheesh, whoever taught this guy to drive didn't do a very good job. The guy just leans back, and lets a smile come out.

"I get it." He says with that amused look present. "You want my phone number."

"Excuse me?!" I shriek. Is he serious right now?

"You probably staged this whole thing. I mean, why else would anyone stop at a yellow light?"  Oh my...you have got to be kidding me!

"You're blind and insane!" I shout, and poke him hard in the chest. He stumbles, and rubs the spot. "Who would be desperate enough to do something so dangerous and stupid? You're not even that cute!" Okay, that last part was totally meant for my head. I'm just glad that I blurted out the opposite of what I was actually thinking.

"Ouch." Mystery guy says as he rubs his chest and leans over to grab the papers from his car. "It's bad enough, you're blaming me for this, but you're insulting me too?"

"I don't have time for this!" I yell. He's pushing my buttons on purpose. I can feel it. I snatch the papers from him and give him mind.

"I really don't see the point in this. I'm not calling my insurance company for a fender bender."

"It's just a precaution." With a roll of my eyes, I keep copying. I read the name on his license, Dylan Porter. Why does that sound so familiar?

"Elizabeth Lawson, pretty name for a pretty girl." Dylan says, and I blush. Compliments always make me turn red. I turn my head a little more so he won't see my face. "This license picture could definitely be better, though." Did he just...?

"Ugh!" I take back my papers and drop his on the ground. He's so rude! "Have a nice day." I grumble as I get back in my car and pull off.

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