beautiful Mistake

chapter 8

My head collided with the sun visor that had apparently fallen down again, but I quickly looked towards the passenger’s side. A figure stood in front of the window, their features meshed together by the rain, but they were obviously indicating that I roll down the window. I rolled it down, careful of the rain that was now blowing inside the car, trying to see who it was. A face appeared clearer, and I gasped, starting to roll the window back up again quickly.

But Tristan’s hand shot forward and took advantage of the open space and pressed the  unlock button on the door. searching for the lock button at the same time, but I was too late he had already opened the door and was climbing into the passenger’s seat. I glared at him, as he shut the door firmly behind him, the window finally rolling up, a minute to late of its purpose. He shook some of the water droplets off his hair, a grin on his face as he finally turned to look at me. “You tricked me…you...you....you jerk!”

Id, and he just laughed it off. It struck me. This was the first time I had ever heard him laugh, and I found myself captured by its tone, the deep baritone note like thick velvet, and my anger dissipated. Shaking my head furiously, I tried to work my anger back up towards him, but it stayed flat, “It wasn’t that hard, you are pretty gullible,” Tristan chuckled, and I had wondered what had him in such an upbeat mood but only for a split second before I scowled at him.

Get out of my car,” I tried my hand at seething, trying to put my whole force. But those words, but they came out as a question.

His eyes held mine, and I found myself staring into the crystal depths, almost as if in a trance, a pull. I snorted in disgust at myself and lost eye contact as I looked away, towards the window. “Nope,” he said simply, popping the ‘p’. and I groaned internally, but just turned the radio on louder after saying, " well im not takeing you home"

Theres no need for you to do so, because I’m driving,” he said reaching over, and unbuckling my seat buckle swiftly before I had the chance for my jaw to drop. “No!” I said, reaching for the metal buckle, but it had already snapped back into the side of the car with finality. “This is my car; you can’t just come into my life and take over. You are changing everything,” I snapped. He was insisting on following me everywhere, and now he was taking my car so he could take me god knows where.

do believe, you came into our life, and now we have to work around you. YOU are changing everything.” My face fell into a frown, and I stared downcast, instantly regretting my words. We stayed silent for a few minutes, it was a very uncomfortable silence, but I cleared my throat and shook my head, he was trying to corner me into giving me the fault. But was it my fault? “No, you still aren’t driving,” my voice was a little shaky but I held my eye contact

firm, determined not to look away again. “Yes…” he started, sliding the key out of the ignition, turning the car off quickly, “I am.” “Would you stop tricking me…”I growled, reaching over to the keys, but I felt his hand placed on his shoulder restraining me from snatching them jingling ring of keys from his other hand.

“But it’s just so fun…and you are so gullible,” he snickered, and growled under my breath. The heat started to seep away from my body as the car’s air was leaving through the vents.

I stopped trying to grab the keys, and grasped my forearms, to contain the shivers that were starting to erupt on my skin. Tristan’s hand on my shoulder was hot to the touch, like an ember in a fire, and I found myself leaning into his hold, to be wrapped in those warm arms.

He hadn’t seemed to notice my likeness to his touch, but my coldness, “Well seems you have a choice…you can ether let me drive so you get the car warm again or you can deal with the alternative and walk home while I keep your keys,” he shook the keys to accent the deal.

I stole a glance from him to the keys, debating whether I’d be fast enough the catch him by surprise. Probably not. Me having to sit through the cold or having to sit through a drive to who knows where with Tristan, my mind fought to find the lesser of the two evils. He was sure lucky that I hated being cold. “Fine,” I said sharply and he grinned, and waved his hand for me to get out.

No way, I’m not going to let you drive away with my car, you’re getting out,” He just shrugged, “Fine, but I have the keys so there is nothing you can do about it in an attempt to leave me here,” I rolled my eyes but waited patiently for him to get out. The door opened and another cold rush of rain and air blasted at me, and I winced at the brief nuisance, before crawling over to the passenger seat.

He came in the driver’s seat just as I was snapping the seat buckle again, a look of irritation sure to be on my face. He smirked again, before hesitating to turn the car on again, “Then again, we could just sit here for awhile…” he suggested. “Turn the dang car on!” I yelled and he smiled, but did as I asked; well more accurately ordered.

The car heat took awhile to kick back in and he started pulling out of the parking lot. It felt odd, sitting the passenger’s seat; it was like a totally different view than when you drove. In fact I can’t seem to. remember a time when I was in a car and didn’t have to drive, it had become a second nature for me, always walking to the driver’s side of the car with the keys in hand. Now I felt sort of helpless; just along for the ride, in a literal sense. I glanced over at Tristan, his eyes nonchalantly glued on the road. I noticed the way the rain drops had made his hair wet and curled in smaller, tighter curls than dry, its black strands, going even darker at the moisture.

Stray beeds slipped down the side of his face, down to the base of his neck before disappearing under the collar of a grey t-shirt that clung to his skin tightly.

He wore a leather jacket over his shirt, that was beaded with the rain, giving him the bad boy aura that matched his sarcastic, self absorbed attitude. Through all the material, I could still make out the outline of firm muscles that flexed and unflexed with each time he did a hairpin of a turn. I could imagine myself easily wrapped in those strong arms, the warmth that would surround me like a blanket, the total feeling of safe and security.

My face against that chest, breathing in his scent that was starting to wind its way into my car. My eyes trailed up his arms, until they reached his lips, that I now noticed were turned upwards in yet another one of his smirks. That caused me to look into his eyes, searching for the reason of the smirk. His eyes were the same silver that drew me in with every time I glanced at them, and I almost smiled at the thought of gazing into those eyes for eternity. Until I found out they were looking back at me.

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