The Gang Leader's Girl

16. Coffee Shop Girl.

"Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead."

- Oscar Wilde

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The walk home was long, the fact that Axel was following behind me in his car made it longer. At first, he was trying to hide it but now he was just creeping right behind me. Occasionally there was a frustrated honk from the people behind him but he would just honk right back, not giving a single care in the world.

It was frustrating, I wish he would just leave me alone. I can't handle the constant change in behaviors and feelings, it was just too much. If you like someone tell them, show them. If you hate someone, push them off a really high cliff. It's so simple.

But for Axel, he rather leave me hanging off the cliff, dangling helplessly. But that doesn't matter because I'm done with him, utterly and unbelievably done with them. If I ever saw him again it would be too soon, but unfortunately for me, I live right across the hall from him.

I tried to ignore him, totally block out his entire existence but every once in a while he would honk at me which would make me almost jump out of my skin and of course it was the funniest thing in the world to him.

After the third time of scaring me, I was furious. I huffed out and turned around to face him. He was laughing uncontrollably and I'm pretty sure his face was turning red.

"Axel!" I shouted when he rolled down the window.

"Mia." He chuckled.

"What's your problem?" I look at him bewildered.

"What do you mean." He gave me a look.

"I can't handle your identity crisis!" I shouted, throwing my hands up in the air, I can't believe this kid.

"Look, I know I was jerk-"

"A jerk? Try a raging asshole." I spat.

"Just get in the car and let me take you home." He sighed.

"Kiss my ass!" I shouted at him.

"Excuse me?" Axel looked at me amused.

"Kiss. My. Ass." I repeat slowly.

"I mean if you insist." He laughed loudly.

"I can't stand you," I told him.

"Then sit." He smiled cheekily, patting the passenger's seat.

"I'm done with this," I whispered more to myself than to him.

"You know you're kinda hot when you're mad." He smirked.

His words made me sick.

"What happened to being less than average?" I repeated his words, I couldn't help the hurt that came out along with them.

"Angel I didn't mea-" He started.

"You know what? Just forget it. I'm over it, I just want you to leave me alone. That shouldn't bother you since you wish you never met me, right?" I forced a laugh, trying not to let his words affect me.

I didn't bother waiting for a reply, I'm tired of feeling like this. I began walking down the sidewalk trying to stop myself from kicking Axel's stupid expensive car which he probably got from the drugs he sold.

I was still following the GPS on my phone and as of right now it has me walking through downtown, I'm pretty sure I was a couple of blocks away from where I paint the portrait of my mom, a couple of blocks away from where I felt like I came alive again.