Everything happens for a reason!

chapter 10

Cry out loud once.
Look at the mirror & shake it off.
I've cried like that before & others
will have times like that too.
You're not alone.

-Kim Jonghyun
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P.O.V. Scarlett

I sat down in her car and put the seat belt on. My leg was hurting through the bounce on the floor but as the nurse asked I said I wasn't hurt much. Expect my face which is patched with to my forehead. I put my bag to my legs and waited for her. I don't know why but somehow I felt uncomfortable.

''Maybe you should relax and let happen what's going to happen'', Patrick said in a smooth voice in my head.
''I think you're right let's wait and see'', I affirmative the answer.

She put her bag in the car trunk and sat on the driver's seat. Than she put her seat belt on and start the motor of her. Her car wasn't dirty of the inside it was clean. I thought I would find makeup, clothes,.. like a typical girly car. The brown leather feel comfy also the car's colour wasn't pink or purple- no it was black. Black matte. The car of most girls in my college is pink or purple. Students who doesn't have a car, like me, gets bullied by barbies called Stephanie. She told everyone that I can't afford a car which is true but it doesn't need to know anyone. The other students don't get bullied like me, they scared to speak up.
So they even call me poor bitch... their goal is to get attention of everyone.

>>What are you thinking about<<, she asked me sudden.
>>Uhmmm... what... nothing<<, well done this was gaudy enough.

We hold at the signal. She turned at me addled. A slight discomfort run over her face. Even though she had pain and bend her foot she still could drive. That's what I call respect.
It was kinda a very precarious situation so I looked down to my hands.

>> Can you put the radio on?<<, I asked to escape from this embarrassed situation.

Luckily she admitted and turned it on. The news anchor was informing about the current weather. The next channel was saying something about a quiz show.
>> Where is the music channel?<<, she mumbled to herself.
It felt like hours until she stopped at a music channel. She tuned the volume up and sang quietly.

''What kind of music is that? Rock? Indie? Reggae?'', the voice in my head asked me.
''I don't know. I never heard that before'', I said while thinking what kind of music it is.

>>Don't you know the lyrics or why aren't you singing with me???<<, she asked me disheveled.
She looked at me If I slapped her in her face but she is right, I don't know this song or even the artists. I nodded my head and her chin dropped.

Is that so horrible because her expression changed into a shock face.

>>How... can't you know the best singer in the worl...You know what, we are going to listen to all songs of RIHANNA!<<, she said loudly.

An information popped in my head. That's her favorite artist..she wrote it in her notice block today in art. Now it makes sense.

>>My taste is different<<, I said convincingly.
>>Then show me your music taste<<, she said.
>>How???<<, I asked perplexed.
>>What's your favorite song?<<, she questioned me.
>>I don't have really a favorite song, I like a lots of songs like from Linkin Park the song numb. Do you know them?