Running Low

I.

They say there's an eighty percent chance you already met the person you're gonna marry before the age of sixteen. I am now nineteen years old, and I am not so sure. Honestly, all of the guys I met in the past, are total douche-bags. Don't talk to any of them anymore, but I sure as hell can remember them. Sadly. I used to date this guy Caz. At least, that is what he called himself. I'm sure it wasn't his real name, but that doesn't matter. However, it was a total disaster and prevented me from dating anyone ever again. I didn't see Caz around since we stopped dating. Though, he still tried to contact me through whatsoever. Messaged my friends to ask where I was and how I was doing, calling my boss to ask what time I work and stuff like that. Or rather called, stalking. He still tries to call me sometimes. I don't even know how he figured my phone number out. 

All that being said, my name is Priya. Strange name right? In summary, it means unique. The name is commonly given to Indian girls. Yet, I am born and raised in Coventry, England. I share an apartment with my friend named Reese. I do not know him that long to be honest, but we can get along very well. He is unpredictable and pretty confident in what he believes, but there's nothing wrong with that. He is a good guy and a very good friend.

I work as a secretary in an office building. Or rather called warehouse. It is so big, and the amount of employees is insane. But it pays off well, so there's no need to be complacent about it. I work for this guy called Nolan. Or as I have to call him, Mr. Ryder. It's kind of strange to call him that, since he is only three years older than me. I must say, he is extremely good looking. Perfect brown hair, green eyes... But there's some quaint vibes I get around him, but I can not put my finger on it. Maybe it's the way he talks to me? Or his body language? He is nice, don't get me wrong. Just- peculiar. 

b e g i n n i n g   o f   s t o r y 

''Please, no rain today. I'm begging you.'' I looked up, groaning, to see dark clouds above me. 

Today was such a tiring day at work. Mr. Ryder, or rather called Nolan, made me fill out a mountain high stack of forms. You'd say it's not that tiring filling out forms, but believe me, it is. Especially when you have to walk seventeen stairs, with the enormous pile of forms, handing them over to someone. Dropping all of the papers at each stupid stair. My feet hurt, my back hurts, and I just want to go home.

I looked at my phone, ''10:21 PM. Oh, great. Just great. I only have four percent battery left.'' I sighed, ''This is such a bad day.'' I was waiting for my bus. ''Just nine more minutes.'' I impatiently tapped my foot on the ground, looking around. 

I suddenly felt someone tap my shoulder. I looked behind swiftly, seeing Mr. Ryder standing behind me, grinning. ''Ha, I scared you, did I!'' Well, at least one of us seemed to enjoy this. 

''Y-Yeah, you did.'' I let out an awkward smile. ''Relax, I'm here in peace.'' he said. I was just standing here cowardly. Again, I immediately felt those weird vibes. I felt so less being around him. 

''So what or who are you waiting for?'' he sounded so confident. ''I- I am waiting for my bus. It should be here any moment.'' I nervously looked around, hoping to see my bus. ''You take the bus home? Did you ever tap the seat of a bus? So filthy.'' Disgust was written all over his face. ''Yes, well, as long as I don't own a drivers license, I will have to travel by public transport.'' Meaning, not all have enough money to afford driving lessons. Let alone a car.

I could see him thinking for a moment before responding. As he was about to say something, I could finally see the bus approaching. A sigh of relief escaped my lips. ''So to see my drive home arrived. I will see you tomorrow, Mr. Ryder.''

I turned around and waved at the bus to stop. For a moment I seemed like the driver made eye contact with Mr. Ryder. He looked- kind of- almost- afraid? I tried to make eye contact with him, still waving for him to stop. But he didn't. He didn't stop. He just drove past with such speed. 

''You are kidding me right?'' I started to panic realizing the next bus was gonna be here in an hour.  I held the back of my next, frustrated.

''I suppose that was your bus?'' he had a cocky grin on his face. I turned around, looking at him irritated. ''I suppose it was, yes.'' 

He did a step closer to me saying, ''Let me drive you home. My car is over there.'' he looked over my shoulder and pointed to a black Range Rover. I looked over to where he was pointing, and back at him, ''Thank you, Mr. Ryder. But- But you don't have to do that. I will call Reese to pick me up.'' I smiled politely as I took my phone out of my pocket. ''Great!'' I exclaimed. 

''Is he going to pick you up?'' You looked at him not realizing you said that out loud, ''Oh, n-no. My phone just died.''

His face grew big, ''So that is going to leave you no choice, Priya. I am taking you home.''

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hi you beauties. this is not my first story ever on wattpad, but it is my first story since a few years. my name is joëlla & I am 18 years old. also, I'm born and raised in amsterdam, so sorry if I made any mistakes. negative and of course, positive feedback is always welcome (: this is not a fanfiction. the names are totally random. why did I start this story? - well because, first of all, I love writing. but I actually woke up at 4:09 AM with this idea for a story. before I knew it, I was writing it out on wattpad. so here ya'll go. any questions? ask me. like I said, feedback; is always welcome. enjoy and thanks for reading, my 8 dear readers ahaha, ilyyyyyyyyy