On Love Potions and Charms (Slow Editing)

Chapter 9: Pretty White Lies... with Bows

*Chapter Nine*

(*‘-‘*) Annie's POV:

                I tried to make myself at ease in my seat. Leather and I do not seem to be in a friendly term. The dry, warm feeling that you get in sitting on chairs made of that type of material doesn’t make me any comfortable. I wonder what poor and innocent animal was used. My eyes looked out of the window and I realized that we already rounded the curb from the edge of the school’s block. My fingers unsuspectingly began tapping the window on my side. But then, I know that doing so would do nothing good in my situation right now so I stopped. I know perfectly well that whatever Vincent wants, he gets. Just like what is happening today.

                Everything he has done to me made me irritated. Very, very irritated. I let out a sigh of annoyance.

                “Sigh…”

                I listened hard to check if Vincent would make a reaction out of it. But after a while of silence, I let out a deeper sigh of annoyance.

                “Sigh…!”

                When he didn’t even seem to budge, I let out the loudest sigh I could ever make.

                “SIGH!!!”

                “I get it, Anthony! Geez, stop that. It’s annoying me.” Vincent spoke out as he made a left turn on the street. We were already a few blocks away from the school since I could see the building melting away from the rear-view mirror.

                “You’re annoying me…” I mumbled to myself. I could sense that Vincent was about to make a comeback when my phone suddenly began ringing. I held my point finger up, signaling him to shut up. I flipped my phone and the screen read out, ‘Quest Calling’. Panic began to rise up from inside me and I held my whole hand up. A single finger is not enough. Now, that means ‘SHUT THE FUDGE UP OR ELSE I WILL KILL YOU’. I turned at Vincent and he replied with a shrug. Why did he even do that?

                “Loudspeaker or else I will start making noises in here. You don’t want that to happen now, don’t you?” Vincent spoke out with a smirk. His voice didn’t sound threatening but a pint of demand was still present in there.

                “You do know what ‘privacy’ means, right?” I shot him a look.

                “My car, my rules.” He replied flatly.

                “That doesn’t even make sense.” I muttered out loud.

                “My car. My rules.” He said again with more emphasis.

                “Yes, mom.” I replied angrily.

                After pressing the answer key and following what Vincent said, I laid the phone on the dashboard of the car. I tried my best to keep my posture and to sound perfectly fine. But, of course, I know that everything is such a sweet-lemon disaster here.

                “Hey, Quest. What’s up?” I said as soon as I answered.

                “Don’t ‘Hey, Quest. What’s up?’ me.” Quest replied, “Annie, you said you’d call.” She sounded a bit mad. Oh yeah! I did say that. I must have forgotten about it. Vincent was listening to our conversation. What a lemon… ‘Jerk’ is too mainstream… And I will never call him ‘Sugar’!

                “I’m sorry, Quest. I was about to but then you beat me to it.” It was a white lie. But it held some truth in it. I was really going to call her if I remembered the whole thing in the first place. I saw Vincent nodding with a smirk and a raised brow on his face as if saying, ‘Oh really?’ My instincts suddenly urged me to give him a punch on his shoulder but then he was able to block the blow with his elbow.