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I met him when I almost bumped into his car.
Almost meaning, inches away from hitting.
Probably the worst thing to do as a first impression, hell, the worst thing to do period, but I was in a heated argument with my little brother who refused to accept the fact that he was a spoilt delinquent child and going to this boarding school was a good thing.
So that Saturday morning as I reversed from the parking space, yelling at Nate to quit being as annoying as a chihuahua, I missed his car driving past and nearly hit his passenger door. Luckily, he had noticed and honked just in time for me to scream and hit the brakes.
"Oh my god, did I hit?!" I was already getting panicky, palms sweating and my neck was burning, I checked my mirrors to see if he was stepping out or driving away, but unfortunately, he chose to step out.
Meaning I had to step out, and embarrass myself and profusely apologize. Hopefully, I didn't hit his car. It was a nice car, an Audi.
"There's someone else in the passenger seat, Kyla. You almost killed someone." Nate gave me a look and whipped out his phone probably to post some B&W selfie with a weird vintage filter and a depressing quote. I wanted to strangle him with his seatbelt but I was busy burying myself in my sweaty hands and sinking into my seat like the embarrassed coward I was.
"He's checking for damage. Get out and be an adult, Kyla."
"Shut up for once Nate?" I sucked my breath and got out of the car, right after wiping my hands against Nate's sleeve. He yelled but I got out before he could do anything.
"Hey," I started, "I am so sorry, I didn't notice-"
"It's okay, no harm done. Just a frightened brother." The guy wasn't as tall like most of the boys I've met, but he wasn't short as well. Compared to my five-feet-seven, he was probably a few inches taller than I. He had dark brown hair that was neatly combed to a side and light brown eyes, similar to mine. Perched on his darkly freckled nose were wire-rimmed glasses, that wasn't all the way at the top, but just barely hanging on at the tip.
"Still bad," I moved to the accident site and sighed (quite loudly) as there really wasn't much damage done. No damage actually. There was probably a finger space between our cars.
The passenger window rolled down and revealed a younger carbon-copy of the driver but with messier, longer hair, "Do you not know how to drive?!"
"Ethan!" The older brother scolded. I immediately felt like crap, it was probably true, I didn't know how to drive, I mean I got my license two months ago and I was already screwing up.
"Again, so so so sorry, I really should've paid attention, my dumb brother was annoying me, I'm super stressed-"
"Hey, nothing happened, Ethan will survive, my car is fine, your car is fine; everything is okay."
