Chasing Cars

Chasing Cars: Chapter One

Chasing Cars: Chapter One

"I don't care, I love it, I love it"

The radio blasted the rather repetitive song as I chanted along to it with my horribly out of tune voice. I admit, I was driving only about ten mph over the speed limit, but who blames me? Icona Pop was playing, and it's lyrics were explaining just what was going on in my hectic life. I can be a dare devil once in a while, can't I?

Only about an hour ago my jerk of a boyfriend kicked me out of his crappy apartment.

Now, he is officially my ex- boyfriend.

It's not like I didn't see it coming either. Quint was just getting a little boring. I could tell he was cheating on me, too, so I imagine he felt the same way about me. Though, I was still a little choked up about the whole situation. We were together for three whole months, a very long time from my usual standards.

I slammed my hand on my mustang's steering wheel in frustration at this thought. "What kind of retarded name is Quint!" I exclaimed under my breath in between the lyrics. Yesterday I thought it was hot, maybe even as hot as he was, but at that moment everything about my ex was ugly and disgusting. The thought of his unshaven face that I used to think was cute made me feel sick.

Suddenly my song ended and Maroon 5's "Love Somebody" came blasting on and I just out of the blue swerved my car like a crazy drunk. I didn't want to hear the love song, it made my heart sting too much. I know, it was insane. Something way out of what I usually do. I am one of those girls who tend to stay quiet, polite and totally safe. It was an off day for me, obviously.

It's funny, that just at that time, there was a driver on the other side of the road. The reason I took this road to drive out my rage was because usually it's deserted.

It was just my luck that I slammed into the back of a snazzy black Lincoln, screaming like a little girl on a roller coaster.

A guy's shout suddenly shattered my eardrums. It was a very, very unpleasant word that my mother would have smacked my bare bum beat red for saying. My eyes got super wide, and like the retard I am, I only sat there as a huge puff of smoke erupted from the front of my car. My poor, poor baby. She was such a pretty red mustang convertible before I had to go and crash it severely in a super unhappy guy's car.

Speaking of that man, when I snapped my head up, I saw him climb out of his car and stomp over to me like a little kid would when he didn't get his skiddles.

My eyes bulged even more when I got a good look at him. He was tall, but a bit muscular. He also had a strong jaw line, and those always make me swoon. His brown hair complemented his fierce brown eyes perfectly. He was also dressed in a grey dress shirt with a black tie and black dress pants.

In short, he was gorgeous.

But, he was way out of my league. His outfit just showed how he probably already had his life together, making a bunch of money with his fancy job, whatever it was. Here I was, my mascara running from crying for an hour straight, still wearing my pathetic fuzzy pink pajamas that were probably making his eyes sting from how ugly they were. I was also barefoot, making me self conscious. I hate my feet, for some unknown reason. It's like a skinny girl hating her body. Totally ridiculous.

I just sat there dumbly blinking at a mysterious purple mark in the sky behind his strong shoulder blade as he stood inches from my crumpled car door, yelling at me for a total of ten minutes. It was cute, from how his face got all red, and he made a ton of hand gestures toward my mess. I was starting to wonder when this guy would have to stop to finally breathe when he suddenly quit shouting. My eyes flicked over to his that were visibly filled with anger. It was so intense it made me slightly cringe.