Boulevard Of Broken Dreams [ Wattys 2015 ]

IX - "Who are you?"

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I looked by the car window for a long time, looking at the huge skyscrapers. It was like I had never seen them before. Besides, I had never been in the places we were driving by.

His car was huge, probably a Range Rover. In my neighborhood we never really had much rich citizens so the most expensive car you could see was a Fiesta.

"Who are you?" he asked, still focusing on the road. Me? Oh I'm just no f ucking one.

"Umm... I'm, Demi?"

"I know that." he laughed lightly. "Just who are you, really. I have never seen you around, never heard your name. I hang out one day with you and you seem like that type of girl who has a cool life and doesn't give a shit. And today, I meet you, a person who just left home with a suitcase because of family problems and fights idiots on the streets."

"I'm no one." I spoke before I could think anything else.

He looked at me with the corner of his eye and frowned.

"Don't say that." he almost threatened. "Don't you ever say that."

"I'm the chick nobody wants to deal with." I smiled ironically shaking my head.

"You live there?"

"Where? C. H ?"

"Yeah." I nodded looking down at my feet. F uck. My converse were dirty as shit.

He followed my eyes and I quickly crossed my legs to hide them.

"That's like; one of the poorest shit in all New York." he shook his head.

"Well, I'm poor too, so; whatev'ah?" I shrugged smiling.

"We need to find a way out for that." he said in a low tone.

"Why do you care for me?" I asked looking at him. He didn't look back, but I could feel he was nervous.

"Don't ask me. I really don't have a clue about that." he giggled. "But, I don't know. There's something in you.. So interesting. So attracting."

"Hmm, what could it be!" I spoke with an English accent.

"I may look stupid but I think it's your hair." he laughed at himself.

"What's up with my hair?"

"Other girls would never dye it like that. Even if they did, they would look creepy. But you look, amazing. That's even more creepy." he stated.

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused.

"O-kay? I'm taking it as a compliment."

"Please." he giggled again. He was so cute when he did that.

I looked at the window to see a huge mansion with an ever more huge pool inside. The car entered an already open garage, where I could see more than six or seven cars inside. Harry parked his and turned off the engine.

"Here we are." he giggled at me and opened the door. Before I could return to reality, with my mouth wide, he opened my door too. I gazed at the view in front of me, while Harry tried to hide his smile.

"Welcome to my place!"

"Jesus Christ. I've never so religious in my life." I muttered.

"Ever been in a place like this?"

"No.. Wait, is that a Lamborghini?!" I yelled, later covering my mouth embarrased. Surprisely,  he let out a huge laugh, clapping his hands.

"You should have seen your face. You'd have died." he spoke between giggles and tears.

"Oh, okay shut up now." But he didn't listen.

I rolled my eyes and hit his arm.

"Ouch, you do hit hard." he laughed again, rubbing his arm. "Sorry, let's go."

"Umm.. my suitcase?" I reminded him.

"Oh I'll tell one of the maids to get it later."

"What? Hell no."

"Why?" he asked confused.

"I don't trust anyone. And inside that suitcase is all my life."

"Fine." he whined and took it out from the back seat.

I rushed to hold it, but he stepped back.

"I won't eat it, for god's sake."

"That is a personal object, sir. I want to have it all by myself." I spoke, trusting my own words.

He raised a brow and handed me the huge bag.

"It's heavy don't you think?" he smiled.

"No." I lied.

"You're a terrible liar."

"Thanks a lot, I clearly diidn't know that."

We walked by the pool to get to the house.

A tall fat man appeard in front of the house. He must have been his father.

The bald man blowed his brown cigar and raised a brow at him.

"Fuckin' perfect." Harry muttered under his breath.