Our tutors ends, we then make it outside.
"Want me to send you home?" He asks, in the most nicest voice. "Nah, it's fine" I swing my hand, refuse.
"Sure? How do you get home?" He asks again, shooting me a worry looks. "Yeah I might get a bus or something" I encourage him, not wanting him to be worries. "I can send you home, only if you want" He said while showing me his car's key.
"No, I don't want to bother you" I say, couldn't stand well as I twisting and twisting my waist. "You're not bothering anyone Hannah. I could send you. After all, it's a pleasure for me" He persuades me and I couldn't say no, to which lead me into his car.
"Shall we?" He asks me as he lending his hand towards the car. "Um yeah" I said, then we both walk towards it. He then runs to get the door and opens it for me.
What a gentleman. I started to like this kid.
"Thanks, you're literally a wonderful person" I compliment him and I could see his cheeks turns cherry-red, and he laughs.
I observe his car, I know it's not something a person normally do but this is an expensive car, in a very clean cut. You can't even notice a single dust. I know it's not weird at all but how could someone loves his car so much that you couldn't even see any filthiness.
Maybe he's just a person who doesn't like dirtiness, and for sure is a good perfectionist.
"Damn, your car are so clean" I compliment him again. "Well thanks, I like my car's clean. Is it weird?" He turns my head looking at me, in a frowning face. "No, not at all. Just that, my car are really dirty and you're a boy...it's really embarrassing"
"Oh Hannah, you know you don't have to be embarrass with me" He chuckles at the bottom corner of his lips. "Oh cool"
"I'm sorry, but we've passed the-" I told him as quickly as possible but he was driving too fast.
"That's ok, there's another route ahead" I state as I point at the path I sometimes used.
But again, he just passed them and speeding off my neighborhood area. I was about to scream, there's definitely something's going with this guy. Though, I try to remain calm.
"Are you taking me somewhere?" My question become wasted as he did not pay heed on it. I look into his eyes and it's just full with indignation. "Where are you taking me?!" I ask again, and instead of answering my stupid question, he accelerates.
"Ryan!" and next time I realize, I was blackout.
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