The Bad Girl Everyone Hates

Chapter 5 - Sorry seems to be the hardest word

After awhile I was still hugging Mr. Nice Guy. There were so many things happened lately and somehow in a weird way I could forget everything in his strong arms. He just felt...safe.

"Are you sure your car is the only thing that is in trouble?" He pulled back to look at me in the eyes looking for truth while his  hands still on my shoulder. In his eyes there were glint of concern and sympathy. Was he pitying me? What the fuck. Pity and sympathy is the thing I hate the most in this world, especially if I was on the receiving end. I had had enough pities and sympathies to last through a lifetime during mama's funeral and I did not feel like restocking it.

Why would he even care about me? I was a nobody to him.

I quickly put up my defence. I hate to be vulnerable. I was not Claire who needed rescue. I could save myself. Thank you very much. 

And I decided to being Kiera Martino, as usual. "None of your business." I straightened myself and fixed my hair. "Can I borrow your phone? I need to call triple A." I asked nonchalantly. 

"Sure." He dug his hand into his pocket and took out his phone, handed it to me.

"Thanks." I mumbled as I took few steps away to make the call. 

I turned back to him to see he was staring at me...or to be exact his jacket. Oh right, I had not returned his jacket yet. So I quickly peeled it from my body. He stopped me before I could totally removed his jacket.

"No, you looked good with it. Just..." he scratch his neck looking awkward."Just keep it." He said a moment later. For a moment he looked younger and boyish which was different from his self from the first time we met, which was more mature and self-composed. However, my pride won't allow me to swoon.

"No thanks but I have enough jackets myself. You should take it back. Besides it is totally not my style." I shoved the jacket along with his phone to him and he reluctantly took it back.

I then rounded myself to my car and hopped inside my car leaving Mr. Nice Guy dumbstruck.

He knocked on my window a moment later and I rolled down the window halfway, giving him chance to talk. "I don't know what the hell just happened. Did I do something wrong?" He bent his body to look at me through the window. 

I did not reply him. It was not because I was ignoring him but  because I did not know myself why am I so mad at him. The fact that he had sympathy for me just make me burnt inside. I could not even explained myself but I just somehow wished he would be the last person who would ever pity me. I did not want to appear weak in front of him...and everyone else.

"Are you not going to talk?" He asked calmly.

I took a deep breath as I turn my face to him. "Thank you so much for your act of kindness all this time. May God repays your kindness because I don't feel like associating with you anymore." I could see a flash of pain and disappointment in his eyes. I looked ahead instead because I didn't think I could say what I wanted to say next if I kept looking at his eyes. I would not have dared to say it. "Please go. Now." with that I rolled up my window and never looked on his way again. 

"If that's what you want." He muttered and I could never missed the disappointment in his voice.  He walked slowly to his car as if he was hoping I would change my mind. When I did nothing to stop him, he left.

When he was no longer in my sight, I hit the car steering angrily. I was frustrated with myself because I was so capable of making people hate me. Even the person who had only good intention for me.

Few days later I was in my room, doing my homework when my phone buzzed. Lexie's name was written on the screen. I picked up immediately.

"Hello Kiera. You better get your ass ready. We are going shopping in half an hour. I'll pick you up. See ya." She said quickly as if she was in a rush and ended the call without waiting for my reply. Ugh what an annoying bitch.

I lazily got ready. I took a quick shower and put on my best make up. An hour later Lexie was already at my door.

"Wow, you look stunning!" She pulled me into a friendly hug in which I reluctantly received.

I just smirk at her compliment. I was used to this. 

Half an hour later, we were in one of the luxurious boutique. Lexie was looking busy looking for a dress to wear on her birthday party this Saturday. She said it will be one of the best birthday party and it would be different from the previous year. I sat on a couch scanning the boutique's latest collection in their catalogue.

"What do you think? This one or this one?" Lexie was now standing in front of me holding two dresses. One was blue tight-fitting sleeveless dress which would left the guys with less to imagine and on the other hand was black one shoulder dress with pretty ruffled trim along the sleeves which appeared to be more classy.

Being the good friend I was, I asked her to choose the blue.

"Oh, really? I thought you would choose the black." She looked disappointed that I chose something different from her choice which obviously the black. What a waste of time. She always not confident with her opinion and always seek for second opinion which was from me. She always asked a question she already had the answer. She was a pain in the ass.

"Up to you. It's your party, not mine." I said non-chalantly.

"Blue it is then." She muttered and went away to try it on.

I was about to get up when I saw a glimpse of a familiar looking guy. I followed him to the men section. He was busy looking through the expensive tux. 

"Excuse me?" I said and he looked up at me.

I could not believe my eyes. There he was standing in front of me was Mr. Nice Guy. He was wearing a black polo t-shirt with a black leather jacket paired with black jeans. 

He was surprised to see me as much as I was. I never met him again after our small fight which was all me to blame. However his surprise look  only lasted for a second as he quickly regain his composure and put on a poker face.

Since that day, my heart filled with guilt. He was truly nice to me and I treated him like shit. I was not used to people kindness. I used to insults and the disgusted look or anger in people's eyes so I could not believe him when he was nice to me. Part of me was afraid, what if it was a prank? What if someone paid him to treat me nicely just to dump me later on. Or was I being overthinking?

"If you are not going to say anything, please excuse me. I'm busy." He said coldly.

"Wait." I grabbed his arm. "I...I...wanted to..." ugh damn you Kiera Martino! Why does it so hard for me to say sorry? My mouth was opened and closed like a fish gasping for air but no word came out from it. I bet I looked stupid. 

"What?" He hissed.

Throughout my whole life, I never said sorry to anyone...sincerely. I only knew how to give fake apologies. Never a real one. Now, when I wanted to be real, I just could not do it. My pride would not let me do it.

"I...just want to say..." I blew a breath. My hands felt cold and clammy. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes trying to find the least strength to face him.

He shook his head slowly. "Excuse me miss but I don't have much time to deal with your childish behaviour." He pushed my hand away and walked away left me dumbfounded again.

I failed with my apology because sorry seems to be the hardest word for me.