Summer //hood//

5. Goodbye asshole.

Here's another update to make up for the previous shitty chapter. Hope you'll like it.

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"Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no! This is terrible," Summer said to herself as she looked at the suitcase in front of her. Unfortunately, it wasn't her suitcase. It was the rude boy's. There was no her pink luggage tag and the key combination was different.

She sat on the floor, letting out a frustrated sigh. She was supposed to getting ready for a dinner with Mrs. Hood and Claire. It was a ladies night. She had already taken a long bath but now she had nothing to wear because her suitcase had been switched with the rude boy's. She felt upset with herself. She should've realized it earlier.

She looked to the suitcase again and began to look for a luggage tag. There was nothing. Summer frowned deeply. "Who the hell doesn't give their suitcase a tag?" Summer muttered under her breath. She looked for any identity sticker on it, but there was nothing too. There was only one band sticker on the bottom of the suitcase. Summer groaned and ran her fingers through her hair and tucked it in frustration.

Then, her phone was ringing from the top of bedside table. She quickly reached it, hoping that it would be the rude boy. She answered the call without even bothered to look at the screen to see who was the caller. "Hello?"

"Is this Miss Summer Anderson?" The man from the other line talked. She felt kinda relieved that it was him who called Summer. Summer rolled her eyes-- even though he couldn't see it-- at his lack of manners. He even didn't bother to say hello. What a rude boy.

"Yes, that's me," Summer answered coldly.

"Well, then, your suitcase is with me. I believe our suitcases were switched after you bumped into me at the airport." He emphasized the word 'you' like he was blaming Summer for the whole incidents that happened at the airport.

"Are you accusing me for our switched suitcases?" Summer snapped.

"Yes, I am," he snapped back, "If you didn't bump into me earlier, my suitcase wouldn't be switched with yours."

"Excuse me? But you were the one who walked away first, dragging my suitcase with you. You should've checked it first." Summer tried her best not to call his names that currently in her mind.

Summer was waiting for another comeback from him, but there was only silence. Summer smirked in triumphant because the rude boy couldn't think any kind of comeback. She heard a sigh from the other line, probably he was getting frustrated. "Just listen to me, okay?" Summer nodded even though he couldn't see her. "Meet me in an hour with my suitcase. I'll bring yours too. Just text me where you stay and I'll text you where we have to meet."

"Why do I have to tell you where I stay right now? You're a stranger," Summer scoffed. She still remembered what he said at the airport about she was a stranger but his hottie friend helped her instead of him.

"Just do it. If you don't tell me your address, then how could I choose a place that near yours for us to meet?"

"How could I trust you, stranger? There's a possibility that you would sneak into my house at night, rape me, kill me then rob everything's in this house."

Then there was his sound of laughter from the other line. It was a bitter laugh. "You wish, Anderson, you wish. You're not even my type." Ouch... Is that supposed to be hurt? "Just do whatever I told you before, Anderson." After that he hung up the phone before Summer could response. Summer scowled at him because he could easily call her by her surname. Summer never liked when someone who barely know her, called her just by her surname without the word "Miss".