Unconditional Confusion

5 | Michael

Point of View: Gabriella Carson

Now if you ask me why I decided to go with a stranger while he was being rude to my parents, I would say it was because he was hot. Well, that's like 60 % of my reasoning. The other 40% was because my mom called me a bitch and I couldn't believe she said that to me. So I had to get out of there, but I couldn't unless I agreed to go with the man.

"How much longer till we get to wherever you're taking me?," I asked.

"About 6 more hours," he said.

"Ugh," was all I said before slamming my head against the seat. I glanced at the clock and groaned again. It was only 9:30 AM. 6 hours in a car with a hot stranger and no coffee. This was going to be fun.

I looked towards the man and studied him. He had jet black hair, a beard but it wasn't a fully grown one. His eyes also looked black (they were dark brown actually), and he was wearing all black too.

He had a button up shirt and some jeans. He also had tattoos that covered his whole forearms. He looked super sexy. I wondered if he had tattoos on his chest too.

He probably had a six pack as well. It hasn't even been a week and already I've met 2 gorgeous looking men. I'm lucky as fuck.

"Why do you keep staring at me," he asked.

"Why can't I?" I asked.

"Cause it's fucking creepy. You try driving while someone just stares at you up and down. One question, though, do you like what you see?" he asked smirking.

Immediately I felt warm and I was probably blushing. I looked in the rear view mirror and thankfully you couldn't tell that I was blushing too hard.

The man just chuckled and drove on. I rolled down the windows and turned on the radio. It felt amazing with the music blaring and the stranger driving on the highway. The day was warm with the sun shining in between the clouds. For the next two hours I didn't talk to the stranger except for the occasional "Hey look at what that guy is doing!".

Soon he pulled over to a gas station and I thanked god because I was getting hungry. I didn't even eat breakfast for god's sake!

"Do you want anything from inside?" he asked me. Now he turned his face towards me and I could see all of his sexiness.

"Um, I don't know. Get some chips and like a bottle of water," I told him.

"What chips?" he asked.

"Doritos and Cheetos. The spicy ones," I said.

"Both?" he said while smirking.

"Did I stutter?" I told him (like the boss bitch I am).

"Okay fatass," he told me while he got out the car laughing. I felt pissed but embarrassed at the same time. I looked down at my stomach and I heard more laughter.

I looked up and saw the guy trying not to die of laughing so hard. His face was turning red and I just looked away, but I just couldn't help curving my lips into a smile. 

I looked at the clock once again and it was 11:48 AM. Thank god, only 4 more hours until we got to where ever we were going.

A few moments later the guy arrived and gave me two plastic bags. One was full of my stuff and I think he filled the other one for himself. I glanced at the contents of the other bag and saw candy.

As soon as he finished filling up the gas and sat down in the car I said, "You call me fat? It's not like you are eating anything healthier!".

"Oh, you mean the candy? That isn't for me. I got it for you. I'm sure you'll set your mouth on fire and the water won't help you much. You should really thank me," he said while pulling out of the gas station.

"Okay, thanks. Now can you please tell me your name?"

"Michael."

"Your name is Michael?," I asked him.

"Why? You never heard of someone named Michael before?" he said.

"I have. But Michael was also an archangel in some religions, while a saint in others," I said.

"So? Are you saying I'm not an angel or a saint? Trust me, darling, I can be the kindest person sometimes. Like look, I got you the candy out of the goodness of my heart," he said.

"Okay. But I don't think saints have deadly looking tattoos like yours," I say laughing.

Michael just looked at the road in front of him and shook his head.

"Okay maybe I have tattoos, but that doesn't make me evil. It just makes me hot," Michael said.

"What makes a person hot," I ask him.

"A nice body, piercing or soft eyes, usually a small nose but a medium could work, abs if you're a guy and a nice ass if you're a girl. And of course, you gotta have a personality and not be shallow," he said. "How would you describe hot?," Michael asked.

"I describe hot as someone like you and if it's a girl, someone like me," I said smirking.

"Thank you and sure, I guess you're hot. I mean you got nice tits," Michael said.

"Can you not talk about my body?," I scolded him.

"Fine," he said as he pulled out of the gas station.

For the next couple of hours I stalked people on social media, posted selfies, read some really cheesy quotes and scrolled mindlessly. 

"Do you have an Apple charger?" I ask Michael.

He opened up his arm rest and handed me the charger. I felt his hand brush against mine and I felt something go up my spine. Eh, might have just been my horniness. I mean, I haven't been getting it on. I had sex once and it was horrible. Hurt like a bitch and the guy was an asshole. I plugged in the charger and let my phone charge up. 

The rest of the car ride went by pretty fast. I finished my chips and ended up throwing the bag at Michael's face after he called me a "cow". To his surprise I didn't need the candy he got me so he ate it instead.

I turned on the radio again because Michael decided it was "too loud". I bet he was louder during sex. Okay, I'll chill. I read this quote about music that went like this, "Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything". And I agree. I mean, without music, life would be so bland, not melody to accompany the feelings and thoughts that we are burdened with.

Burdened with. I'm not going to be all philosophical. I can't. I pretty much failed psychology in college so I highly doubt you should trust me with this stuff.

Michael kept glancing at me while I sang along to the music playing in the car. Well, not just sang. I sort of swung my hair around the car (smacking him at least twice in the process) as well as furiously bobbing my head to the music. So I guess the glances were justified.

"Can you not be so hyper in my car?" Michael asked me. 

"Can you not be such an asshole to the guest in your car?" I retort.

"Can the guest in my car stop acting like a psychopath?"

"Can the asshole driver of the car stop assuming my mental unstableness?"

"Can the guest stop assuming that the driver is assuming that she has mental issues?" Michael says with a hint of annoyance.

"Can the driver stop assuming that the guest is assuming that the driver is assuming that the guest has mental issues?" I say patting myself on the back.

Michael gave up with a sigh and I (like the 5 year old child I am) started cheering, repeating the phrase "I won". By the 50th I won Michael got pissed.

He pulled the car over to a shady ass area by a forest and turned to look at me. 

"Get the fuck out" he said to me quite seriously. I could see the anger in his eyes. Like the unstable bitch I was, I said "Fine" and got out of the car. As soon as I got out Michael turned the car and went back on to the road leaving me alone in a place that probably isn't even on the fucking map.