"My mom's going to kill me!"I nervously whisper whilst panting.
It dawned on Chris that the reason for my anxiety was because it was my car that had been hit.
"Oh my God!", he yelled.
Anger took over me as I rushed to the car parked behind, which was responsible for this. The exterior bumper was damaged.
The door of the driver's seat was flung open. I peeked in to take a good look at who was inside. To my astonishment, there was no one there.
"What are you doing here?", I heard a voice behind me. I turned over to find a frowning Jay.
"Some asshole hit my car and ran away. What the hell are you doing here?"
"Well...uh-", he stammered." It's definitely clear that that you hadn't parked your car right, to be frank"
"What?!", I screamed, "Some coward hits my car and runs away and you freaking defend him? Have you lost it?", I yell.
He suspirated and finally spoke.
"I'm sorry. I'll fix your car", he said looking away.
Why on earth would he do that? Unless..
"Did you have something to do with it?", I stress every single word, narrowing my eyes at him simultaneously crossing my arms.
"Yes. I accidentally hit your car."
I close my eyes and try to keep my calm. Obviously, that didn't work.
"What. Did. You. Just. Say?", I question in a mellow tone.
"Look. It's not a big deal. It was too dark and I couldn't switch lanes immediately. I'll get it ready by tomorrow. If it makes you feel any better, my car's bonnet has been damaged too. It's already informed and everything will be taken care of. Don't sweat it!", he instantly began texting someone as soon as he said that.
"Not a big deal? Do you even hear yourself, you narcissistic selfish freak!", I holler.
"Narcissistic? That's-", he tried to question me, offended. But I cut him off.
"Oh, no! I'm not done yet, Mister! You listen to me! It may not be a 'big deal' to you,but it's everything to me.I don't care how you're going to do it or what you're going to to, you better fix my car, NOW!"
"Vanessa, calm down. ", Chris tried to calm me, as he walked and stood beside me.
My palms were aching from clenching too hard. I tried to contain myself as I gave out a sigh of frustration.
"I'm sorry", I whispered in a volume that was within Chris's wavelength. I seriously need to control my anger.
"Target located. Lane 04. Right wing. Over.", came a robotic voice of a man talking to a walkie-talkie. He was all in black. A jet black suit, wearing black shades with shiny polished black leather shoes.
"Mr. Rollins. We'll take care of it from here. There's a car parked outside the front gate waiting for you. You may proceed to drive that vehicle. Your presence is highly expected by your father, Sir.", saying that he proceeded with a few more men towards the mishap.
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Stand by Me
Teen FictionCircumstances have hurricaned their way to the intriguing town of Riverwood for Vanessa Clark to spend her life. Vanessa, being the shy and average teen, is hurled between her family crisis and her dear old friend, Drama of her social life. Trying t...