"Why are you still here then?" I whispered. I stopped crying and had recollected myself from my breakdown before.
"Some people just need someone to listen to their problems."
"Well I don't. So just leave me alone," I growled. I knew I was being hash, but this boy wouldn't go away.
"Let me drive you home," he said bluntly. I quickly glanced up at him. His eyes were a crystal blue, and he had thick blonde hair and a black lip ring. He was extremely tall and had broad shoulders and long legs. He wore a black Nirvana t-shirt with ripped black skinny jeans, exposing his knees. Overall, I thought he was really attractive. This annoyed me. Why was this random boy wasting his time trying to talk me into getting into his car? He should be at a party, or studying or fulfilling some other teenage stereotypical hobby.
"What? No."
"Please just let me drive you home," he pleaded.
"I can get there myself."
"That's it," he stated, obviously getting frustrated. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to a black 302 Boss Mustang with a green stripe down the middle. "Get in."
"Fine," I snapped, opening the passenger door and climbing in the car.
"I'm Luke by the way."
I let out a light laugh. "Hi, Luke."
The rest car ride was awkward and silent, besides me giving him directions.
"Well," Luke said clearing his throat. I turned my head to face him.
"Aren't you going to tell me why you were crying?"
"Nope," I said, popping the P.
"Well it was worth another shot," he muttered.
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"These apartments coming up are mine," I said, playing with my hands.
"Oh, okay," he nodded, slowly stopping the car.
"Um, thanks. Look, I'm sorry I was rude to you before," I confessed.
"It's alright," he said looking over to me. I offered him a small smile and climbed out the car. Before I shut the door, Luke spoke up.
"Wait! I never caught your name," he said, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
"That's okay, you won't need it anyway. Thanks again, Luke."
With that, I shut the door and walked to the door to my apartment complex, looking back to Luke one last time. He just sat there with a confused look on his face. I waved goodbye to him and entered my apartment building, closing the door behind me.
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A/n: She's so vague like no can you not
-Bri
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Fanfiction"I'm not here to give sympathy, and I'm sure as hell not here to give advice." He paused briefly, swiping some fallen pieces of his blonde hair back into place. "Besides, who's better to tell your problems to than a stranger?"
