When We Met

Twenty Nine

|Leanne|

Talk about awkward situations in the middle of nowhere. And then throw in some phrases about hilariously fright-worthy run-overs. I think my situation is a cross between the two mentioned cases. And trust me, it isn't a good thing.

If I would've known that the chances of running into Jake Brunner were a definition of red alert, I wouldn't have grown enough balls to actually take a step out of my hotel room. Hell, I would've pitched a tent over my bed and stayed inside it for as long as possible. At least it would've saved me from any such confrontation.

As Jake checks me out blatantly with that naughty smirk of his, I feel my heart race with multiple reasons behind it. I look around to make sure that there's no one else in here who might have the slightest idea of my identity and existence.

"I'm pretty much alone, if that's what you're worried about." He winks and I grimace, with disgust evident in my stature.

"Piss off, Brunner." I let my hot glare burn him alive. Metaphorically, of course. As much I'd love to, I'm not a Marvel character.

Instead of doing what I asked him to, Jake slides into the seat in front of me and stares at me with his severely hooded eyes. To say that this action creeps me out would be an understatement. I feel like I've been molested and harassed without being touched.

"You won't believe it, but I was thinking about you only when I was on my way to this shithole." He starts and I don't maintain an eye contact with him. Would it be okay if I just punch him across his slick face and make a run for the door?

"If it is really a shithole, then why did you bother to interrupt my solitude?" I ask pointedly, looking around for an escape route. Maybe I should just excuse myself to use the loo and jump out of a window or something...

"Well, I didn't know I'd run into the most unexpected person of all times. Someone who doesn't even look back to notice what wreck she has made after escaping from a so called mistake." He uses his fingers to air-quote what I had said to him before I ran away for the hills.

"If you try to act smart, it'll be your face and my fist." I grit my teeth and glare at him, hoping that it would intimidate him to some extent.

I was wrong. It just arouses him.

"I've always been attracted to your sass." He smirks.

"My sass is gonna place you at a gun point if you don't bugger off immediately."

"Bugger off? Did you just use a British slang?" He notices. "Wait. Is that where you've been all this while? England?"

I mentally face-palm myself for letting such an information spill out so casually.

"That's none of your business. And if you're done with whatever shit you had in your mind, I'd like to take your leave, because unlike your lazy ass, I have some errands to run." I stand up immediately and brisk walk towards the door.

I happily make it out of the cafe, but as I enter the alley that takes me to my hotel, a strong pull drags me two steps behind and soon, my back is slammed into the wall. I groan in pain and Jake's face is all I can see, since he's just two centimeters away from me.

"Jake, what the–"

"Shut the fuck up." His palm presses against my mouth. "If you really think that I'd let you walk away just like that, then you have another thing coming."

I narrow my eyes at him. Is he really being serious?

"I'm not gonna let you go. Not before you tell me what the fuck is happening." He growls, pressing himself so close to me that it becomes highly impossible to breathe.

My anger and frustration blows up and I push him away with all the strength I have. He stumbles a little, too shocked to speak. With as much hatred as I can muster, I start yelling.

"You're asking me what the fuck is happening? You have the guts to even use those words in one sentence?! I always knew you were a jerk, but now, you need an uglier adjective. You wrecked my friendship with Cheryl, I wrecked her relationship with you. In short, we both wrecked her social life! Do you really think I'd be sane enough to hang around her for more devastation in her part?! I've done enough. You've done enough. It's all over." I speak through a river of tears, almost drowning in the sorrow. I feel like an animal, and nothing else.

"Come on, woman. It was just a one-night-stand." He whines and I get the strongest urge to murder him.

"No, Jake! It bloody wasn't. It happened without my fucking consent!" I shout and start punching him as hard as I can. "You gave me a drink that made me dizzy! You dragged me inside a room and threw me on the bed! You did everything I didn't want you to, and I was helpless. I couldn't fight back. I couldn't resist. I hate you, Jake Brunner! But above all, I hate myself!" I scream. "So, don't ever even try to talk to me! It's over. Get the fuck out of here and never come back. And don't even think about ruining my friend's life more than you already have. She is too good for a pig like you."

I turn around and dash inside the hotel, climbing the stairs as fast as I can and never looking back.

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