Dayo checked his watch for the fourth time in the last minute.
7:18.
Oh Shit! It broke now? His already frantic heart began to thump harder against him. More sweat trickled down his forehead, and unsuccessfully, he tried to wipe it off with his already damp hand.
7:19.
He breathed a sigh of slight relief. Okay, okay, this was happening, he told himself. He leaned forward to rest his head on the steering wheel rim, completely missed and smacked his head on the horn.
Beep.
"FUCK!" Dayo yelped in frustrated surprise. He gripped the wheel harder, until his knuckles began aching, and then some. He took slow deliberate breaths from his nose, and exhaled through gritted teeth, attempting to transform his anxiety to anger.
How dare she fire him? That fire breathing, always lying, two headed witch! She would shoot her own father for a nod of approval from the boss. And, 'Unmannerly and unjust behaviour towards customer welfare in accordance with the law,' what the hell did that even mean? She deserved to be roasted over a fire, running her over was almost merciful.
He had even purchased a couple of ecstasy pills to celebrate afterwards. He needed one now. Dayo placed one in his mouth, keeping his eyes locked on the street ahead, as he searched the many empty beer cans around his passenger seat for one with anything inside. Luckily he managed to find one barely full and downed the warm liquid fire. That one was at least a few weeks old.
7:20.
That's when he saw her. On the opposite side of the junction. Wearing her stupidly bright pink tank top and jogging shorts, going on her pre-work jogs. Which sane person goes for a run before work? Crazy bitch! Just the sight of her made him furious. He could feel the blood rushing to his face; boiling rage bubbled through his body dispelling all doubts. He fired up the engine.
The target was locked in his sights, and he wouldn't let her go. He couldn't stop the grin slowly spreading on his cheeks. Death was the main goal, but he could settle for permanently incapacitated.
He revved the engine, waiting for her to go across the street. Now!
The muddy green, 1973 Chevrolet Impala lurched forward, as Dayo stomped on the accelerator. Wind shot through the open window, blowing his hair in a joyous dance, he continued to speed up.
80 kmph. Ironically he never felt more alive, hurtling towards the devil herself. He shoved his head out the window.
"TIFFANY!" He shrieked. The next few seconds seemed to happen in slow motion. Tiffany looked up at him in sweet horror. Her face satisfyingly contorted with wide eyes and an open mouth. The large Labrador peeing on the street lamp. The many pedestrians diving for cover. The large black jeep rapidly coming into his view.
He could do nothing but dumbly watch as both vehicles collided.
Crash.
Dayo slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was pain. All over, the most severe one in his neck. That was good, it meant he wasn't dead, right? What was he looking at? Nothing seemed to make sense. Glass shards were everywhere and he seemed to be looking up at the ground. As if someone had unlocked a cage, all his senses came rushing back at once. Predominantly the awfully loud sirens piercing his eardrums. He became suddenly terrified at realizing what he was smelling, was car gas and that he was covered with the stuff.
Something grabbed him, and he was being pulled, Dayo was too weak to do anything as the world tilted around him. He screamed at the pain which shot through his body like a canon. He was out under the cloudy sky and noticed his car, completely wrecked and upside down.
Looking around, the entire street was carnage. The other vehicle seemed to have spun out of control and was now parked halfway inside a convenient store. Fire fighters, police officers and paramedics swarmed around the movie scene.
Dayo was put atop a stretcher, and stared around in bafflement. That's when he saw her. Tiffany, the bane of his career in telecommunications, wrapped in a blanket, and looking utterly unharmed?! She saw him looking and ran over towards his stretcher.
She took his hand in hers, giving him a smile, not a fabricated and mocking one, but a genuine and deep one.
"Oh Dayo, I can't believe you did that!" She blushed.
"Huh?" he replied dumbly.
"The way you called my name, you looked so, err, gallant." She breathed. Putting her face closer to his. "You saved my life." She gave him the smallest kiss on the cheek and she skipped off. Dayo lay unmoving, his mouth open, entirely bewildered.
"NOOOOOOO!" He cried as he was put into the backof an ambulance and driven off to hospital.
