"I knew I should've done a rain check."
Kyle was driving a 67 Chevy Impala towards a passport agency on a button-down V-neck black cardigan, dark denim jeans and a pair of flip-flops. I admit the tinted sunglasses looked good on him though.
The weather was quite my exact opposite. The sun finally showed up in the middle of the day in cold Canada, but I still wasn't in the mood for anything. We've been on the road for almost an hour now, and not one single word popped out of my mouth.
"Rain check my ass. You should've thought of that when you invited me to come with you," I tried to adjust the uncomfortable blonde wig they were making me wear. Stupid uncomfortable disguises.
My driver was all smiles and rainbow cheerful. I was thinking a clown disguise would fit him better. "What's funny?"
Kyle threw me an amused look underneath the glasses which is beginning to seem like a regular face for him. "I'm just being positive enough for the both of us. I'm sensing negative vibes. And I doubt it has anything to do with the disguise they made you wear."
"Isn't it bad enough I had to run into Leopold? Now I have to deal with your nagging too."
In a seemingly planned perspective, Kyle was a normal college guy with a car and I was – well, some blonde college girl tagging along. Except instead of going on our way to a college university, we still have to go to a passport agency to reclaim a total of 37 passports needed for our flight tomorrow. The disguise was Leopold's funny idea of a safety precaution in case someone suspicious would notice us.
"Who's the dumb guy who pissed you off?"
We were passing through the scenic mountain tops on my side of the car so I tried to divert my focus on it instead. "None of your business."
"Ah, and of course, women are secretive."
His remark did it for me. "Men aren't all that honest either."
"Woah, I wasn't even trying to be sexist and she already bit me off," Kyle laughed good-naturedly. It was wrong to take my bitterness from my encounter with Gale and Lydia against him.
"I'm really sorry Kyle. You just caught me in a bad mood 's all."
"I don't mind it one bit Miss Hothead. At least you're not boring company."
"I'm still wondering what kind of company you're into Kyle," I managed a smile. "I can't think of a rational reason for you to be still patient with an incensed girl like me. And did you just call me Hothead?"
"Would Blondie be more fitting?" he joked, the sparkle in his blue eyes reminded me of clear skies.
"Shut your filthy rich mouth Casanova," I smiled.
"Now that's more like it." Kyle cheered. "Sarcastic and cunning. Is that still a sexist thing or is that just you?"
I threw my wig at him in response which made him laugh even more. For a moment, I had a little flashback with Jill on our morning school trips. He really does act like a male version of her. Maybe I'd be able to introduce them to each other when I get my old life back.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Kyle asked soberly.
"Keep your eyes on the road, I'm just enjoying my little freedom." Sliding down the glass window, I leaned on outside and let my face touch the cold breeze. It was a familiar gesture Jill didn't seem to mind.
"Is that what you think you are?" Kyle gently laid down his question without bothering to lay his gaze on me. "A prisoner?"
That threw me back. Where exactly do I fit-in in all of this?
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The Reincarnated
RomanceMeet little miss perfect, Cheshire Branstone. She has it all: she's smart, she's got the looks, and she has every guy swooning all over her. She is completely content with everything that she has, which includes a loving family and a happy relations...
