Hurricane Eyes ➳ Jack Gilinsky.

3-.

The black Lamborghini stopped by my side. I looked inside the car where my gaze crossed with intense brown eyes that stared at me.

"What are you doing here alone?" He asked a voice that was familiar to me.

I kept walking.

The car sped up again to stop by my side.

"Are you ignoring Me?"

I stopped walking.

"Were you talking to me?"

The boy laughed and then he got serious again.

"Who else do you think I can ask? We are the only ones who are here"

"I'm not riding in your car, if that's what you were going to ask me"

The boy smiled funny. Did this amuse you? It was raining and I was wet, barely seeing the road as I could not open much eyes.

"You thought I was going to ride you in my car?" The boy laughed.

I was embarrassed without knowing what to say.
Why did he just say that? I wasn't that important, Friday!

I kept walking around without looking back at him humiliated hoping to find some restaurant nearby to be able to wait there until tomorrow.

"Wait!" The boy raised his hands from the steering wheel"it was a joke, it was a joke."

I turned to see his face, biting his lip to not laugh. Why should he laugh? Was it that bad?

I looked at my clothes and my wet hair, my legs full of mud, the little makeup I wore (since I didn't like to make up) now I wore it where I shouldn't go. I was disgusted right now.

"How did you find me!?" I shouted so that I could hear him while it rained.

The boy looked on both sides of the road.

"There's no one else around here, as I'm not going to find you?"

The boy looked at me funny again, now he looked at the mud on my legs and the makeup scrubbed all over my face.

"Are you going up or not?" Said the boy grabbing the wheel, was beginning to despair.

I looked at the black Lamborghini inside and remembered that of not riding in cars with strangers, but he was no longer a stranger, was he not? Or maybe he was? I would be more dangerous if I continued to walk alone on the road to stay hours of the night than if I rode in his car.

"It's okay"

I went up to the black Lamborguini and sat in the copilot seat next to him. I looked at the radio, it was on and it was ringing More Than You Know, from Axwell & Ingrosso.

The boy had his gaze fixed on the road.

"Where's your house?" He asked, it was the first time he ever looked at me all the way.

"I don't want to go to my house"

"How do you say? And why did you get in my car? To take you on a tour of Los Angeles? "