Dare to be Different

10- Something's Missing

Above is a picture of Logan

I sigh as I sit in a never-ending traffic jam on my way to the ]mall. 

HONK! HONK! 

My eyes widen as I hear the honking coming from behind me. I slowly turn around in my seat and look at the car through my back windshield. 

I frown in annoyance. How dare they honk at me? I wasn't the one causing the traffic. 

HONK! HONK! 

He did not just do that again. If he keeps honking, I will be the one causing the traffic, and he's going to get an ear full. 

HONK! HONK!

That's it! 

I climb out of my car and slam the door shut and glare at the car. More honks erupt, and I just smirk.  If I have to sit in this traffic jam then so does he. And if he's going to honk at me, well then I'm going to give him something to honk about. 

More honks sounded, and each one got louder than the last. Finally, on the tenth honk, I calmly walk over towards the car and stand in front of the driver's side window. 

I smile and squint my eyes as I tap on the window. As the window rolls down, I instantly gulp. Sitting in the car was one of the most beautiful specimens known to man. I almost melted on the spot. 

But then I remembered who I am--a cold, hard savage. But then I also remembered the dare, meaning that I had to be nice about this.  "Um hi, excuse me, can you please stop honking?" I said in the best voice I possibly could. 

The boy raised his eyebrows and scowled. "What the flipping fuck do you think you're doing? I have places to be!" 

Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows. "Excuse me?" I asked with a threatening glare. He rolled his eyes and gave me an annoyed look. "Oh please, keep rolling your eyes and you might find a brain back there." Oops, just broke a rule of the dare, but this doesn't count because I'm defending myself...in a way. 

"Listen, baby.  Why don't you give me your number and we can have this argument later when I take you out?" he winked. 

He winked. 

"Are you seriously hitting on me right now?" I asked, and he nodded with a smirk. "If I wanted to kill myself, I climb your ego and jump down to your IQ." 

The boy's jaw dropped, he placed a hand over his heart and pretended to be hurt. "Well, baby girl, I don't think I like your tone. Someone's going to have to fix that," he said with a smirk as he glanced down toward his crotch.

I was so taken aback by his forwardness I almost forgot to reply. "Shut up; no way do I want to be near your peanut-sized tic-tac." 

His lips formed an 'O' shape, and he whistled. "You're a tough one, aren't you? I like that. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said; you're probably one of the most beautiful girls I've had the pleasure of meeting. So please, give me your number so I can take you out sometime."  

I raised an eyebrow. This was an interesting change of events. "How do I know you're not some fuckboy wanting to get some?"

He smirked. Damn, did he look good. 

"Guess you're going to have find out, aren't you?"

I'll admit, he's pretty smooth. I hesitate for a second before I fished a pen and sticky note out of my purse and scribbled down my digits. I passed it over, and he smiled as he took it. 

"It was nice getting to know you...?" 

"Ashley," I responded.

"Ah, I'm Logan. As I was saying, it's been nice getting to know you, baby."