Crash Into Your Heart

Chapter 2//How It All Began

I had no idea what I was in for. No frigging idea.
Working with cars wasn't the hard part. Ok, so that's a bit of an exaggeration, because it actually was pretty hard to get the hang of it (and still is!), but honestly the hardest part was dealing with Mr. Davis' grandson. Because lemme tell you, he is about the frigging cutest, not to mention most annoying, guy I have ever met in my life.
Lets look at my first day working their, for example. (Just to fill you in, I started the day right after I rear ended Mr. Davis). Anyways, that morning I arrived late after a 20 minute drive that was anything but the usual pleasant cruise it normally is.
In my defense, I was required to be there by 8:30 and, not only do I live 20 minutes away from the repair shop, but I also slept in late. I basically jumped in and out of the shower in 3 minutes, applied my usual mascara and Chapstick routine, threw on a pair of shorts and a tank with a plaid shirt tied around my waste, and hopped into my car.
My mom always gets up early, so thankfully she had already brewed some coffee, which she already had in a mug for me. She gave me a kiss goodbye and by the time she had called out "Love you!", I was already backed out of the drive way and driving away.
During the drive to my new job, I ran 3 red lights, spilled coffee on my leg (which made me squeal, embarrassingly enough), and got a ton of knots in my hair from the wind.
By the time I got there, I was a mess. I parked in the drive way of the blue house and jumped out of my car, practically sprinting over to the repair shop garage.
As I raced into the tiny shop that was attached to the much-bigger garage, I was welcomed by a smirk from the cute guy who indirectly caused my little crash the day before.
"Sorry cutie, but your about 15 minutes late", he said with a amused tone. I looked at him breathless from my sprinting escapade.
"Sorry," I said still panting a little, "I woke up a little late, and then it," I stopped to take a breath, "it takes me a while to get here from my house." Instead of giving me a understanding nod or shaking his head in disapproval, the only two outcomes I expected, his smirk widened and he let out a little chuckle. "Alright cutie. Just chill, it's no big deal. Grandad's not even here, he had to spend the night at a hotel in Indianapolis."
I let out a sigh of relief, as I slumped against the front counter Mr. Smooth was standing behind.
"So, where should I start?", I asked him, noticing that his shirt brought out the blue in his striking eyes. I stared, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as he smirked a little, obviously aware that I was admiring his good looks.
"Well, I guess you should start off with something easy, like stocking the shelves." I nodded my head in determination, that sounds pretty simple, I thought to myself. "We wouldn't want you to callous those delicate hands of yours, would we cutie?", he said with an annoyingly cute smirk on his face. My face flushed a little, but then I put on a smirk just as annoying as his his and spewed out the first thing that came to mind. "I know I'm adorable, but try and refrain from calling me cutie, or I just might have to come up with a nickname for you. But I think I should warn you," I said, my confidence growing, "not many other people can pull off nick names that mean they are frigging adorable." With a cheeky grin, I winked at him, and asked, "So what'll it be? Hmmm," I eyed him up and down, "you seem pretty cocky. Oh, and not to mention egotistical," I added with a eye roll.
He let out a laugh, and said, "I'll let you come up with one. But anyways, the storage room is right over here." He walked around to the front of the counter and led me to a small closet door, that leads into a room that is actually surprisingly big. "Ok so over here is everything you're gonna need to stack, and you basically have to put this stuff right out on the front shelf." I started to grab a box that was filled with packages of little bolts, when he said, "I'll be out in the garage if you need me cutie." With a wink he started to walk out of the room.
"I have a name ya' know!", I called out. He turned around and cocked an eyebrow. "All of us do, cutie." I rolled my eyes again and said, "Yeah, and I'd prefer if you'd call
me by it." He looked like he was considering it for a second, then wrinkled his nose adorably and said in a whiny voice,"But I like cutie so much better. Don't you?", he looked at me, his eyes lite up like a little kid's on Christmas and he gave me puppy eyes. "Can't I please call you cutie?", My heart gave a little leap and my stomach whirled as I asked my self how-is-it-possible-for-someone-to-be-this-cute. I tried to muster out a smooth smirk. "Why, cause you know that's exactly what I am?" This time, he eye rolled, and said, "Something like that Cutie."
         That my friends, is how it all began.
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