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16. meets

"Are you for real?"

Zoey followed him and they were both walking. To where, she doesn't know. They barely have spoken to each other and she was the first one to break the silence.

He made an I'm-so-done-with-you face and Zoey took notice of that, so she rolled her eyes in response with his expression. He was forcing himself to avoid bursting in laughter. When he first saw her or when he first assumed it was her--the girl he talks to on the phone, he couldn't manage but hold his laughter all together because he swore to himself that all he wanted to do was laugh.

Zoey walked a bit slower, so she'll have to be behind him. She shouldn't be talking or meeting strangers, she thinks. She shook her head, disregarding the thought because she already did it anyway.

"Jackass" was all in denim from head to toe. He also has this scarf around his neck and a backpack that perfectly comes well with his outfit. He's lean and a bit taller than her. His hair is floppy and a combination of brown and black, brown dominating it.

Zoey breathe in, suddenly self-conscious, looking at her toes. She was wearing this huge heavy-colored jacket and a huge shirt underneath. She was wearing jeans too, but also wearing a knee-sock at the same time. Her shoes was so puffy and her hair...oh, she remembered her reflection a while ago and she couldn't manage but grimace at herself. Seriously, she was beginning to believe her mother's and sister's complaints about her choosing nice clothes but ending up wearing funny ones instead.

"I was imagining you as someone buff," she suddenly bursted.

He stopped walking, blinking for a moment. He turned around.

"What?"

"I--I...Ah, I mean--you don't seem like that type, I mean you know, lean. Oh. Geez, I don't know! I just imagined you as that."

He again stared at her. And as he stares, even when there's this space between them, she definitely could identify his eyes as unnervingly bright blues. His nose were of aquiline's and goodness, she thought, even his brows are perfect. Why aren't mine as on fleek as his? Unfair, she thought again.

With a grin contained, "Jackass" again turn around to continue walking. So did Zoey who was now touching her messy strands of hair. She doesn't like to admit this to herself but she was envious of his brows and hair. How could someone be so good-looking?

Her thoughts and thinking stopped when she saw a car in front of her. She looked up, seeing him.

She narrowed her eyes.

"I know martial arts."

"What the hell--"

He was stopping himself from laughing but because of this, he was making funny sounds and ended giving up and laughed so hard instead.

Her jaw dropped open. Zoey stood and gazed at him, bemused.

Realizing that before a fly can get inside her mouth and maybe even choke her, she closed them and decided to talk. But, she closed them again, unable to speak.

"So is it still your brother's dog laughing now?" Zoey asked plainly.

"Jackass" stood straight and covered his escaping laughs as a cough.

"Flipping hell, you're hilarious."

"Excuse me?"

"I was not asking anything about fcking martial arts—pft."

"Oh." She crossed her arms and looked at him with her chin up. "I was informing, good sir."

He leveled his gaze on her and copied the way she was crossing her arms with her chin up.

"Are you really?" he countered.

She rolled her eyes. "Duh. What is it then, blaming?"

Smirking, he shrugged and opened the car door. "Whatever, chick."

Zoey sighed dramatically, clearly exaggerating her sarcasm. "Okay. I don't know if you're some crazy dude who's gonna kidnap someone or maybe kill. Better safe than never."

He looked back at her, hiding his amusement. If only it wasn't for her utterly fake smile she flashed for him to clearly see her sarcasm, he would've look at her in total amusement. Then again, he wanted to laugh.

"You're one hell of a girl," he said.

"I couldn't decide whether to run you over a car or to throw you out in the cold. Choose," he continued.

"I'd choose any that would benefit me, thanks."

"You're fcking welcome."

She grinned. "You're such a short-tempered man."

"I am not!" he snapped. "Dammit."

"Oh, don't worry, I don't spill secrets. Wink, wink." As Zoey said the words wink, she also winked twice.

"Jackass" went inside the car. Zoey was about to walk back to the store again when he rolled the windows down and said, a bit loudly, "Aren't you going to find this fcking Cole Danner?"

Zoey blinked.

He looked away.

Without further a do, she went inside. At the back seat. "Jackass" raised his eyebrows at her in the rearview mirror.

"Why are you there?"

"To make myself experience how it's like to have a driver."