Trouble

Chapter 2 - New

He didn't seem at all agitated as I glared at him from the passenger seat, and that only agitated me more than I already was. After I had threaten him about that honking, he laughed. He fucking laughed! And it bothered me that I didn't get to him.

And I felt like being rude. "What are you anyway,"

"Excuse me?" His perfect American accent annoyed the hell out of me.

"Are you like a Mexican, because you look like one but sure in the hell don't speak like one. Did your parents sneak you over the border as an infant. That would explain it, they probably couldn't take it, being the annoying piece of shit you are," I looked away from him.

He didn't say anything, and silence filled the car, and the guilt started to weigh down on me, like my grandma's heavy quilt she made me on my last birthday.

"Sorry." I said." That was rude of me. I guess I was annoyed.."

" No, no, it's fine." When he spoke I realize that he wasn't being silent because I hurt his feelings, it was to hold his damn laughter in.

I turned to look at him, as every rude word that could come to mind bubbled up to my mouth.

I swallowed them, and said," Fuck you Lomar, go to hell,"

He stopped laughing after that, and after a while he didn't say anything. This time the guilt didn't get to me.

"Yes, I'm Mexican, but only half. My mom was American, so I have most of my looks from my Dad.," He paused. "And no there was no sneaking across the border." He chuckled.

I said nothing.

I stared out the window untill I realize something. I wasn't paying attention at all how far west we was going.

"We passed the turn off a couple turns back,"

He made a U turn and we headed back in the other direction.

"You know, I told you about me, tell me something about you."

I scoffed." That was hardly anything. You just told me what was in your blood."

"It's still something about me. Please?"

Why, oh why is his voice so damn musical. And his smile is like a diamond, .No I star, I wonder if he has abs, I could run my fingers... focus!

"Okay," I say, my voice sounding dry," My Dad is American, and my mom was Indian and American, my grandma was full Indian. So I'm an Indian with blonde hair. My Dad is blonde."

"Your natural hair color is blonde?" He asked, surprise.

"Yeah," I said fingering my currently black hair."Last month was red. Next month I'm thinking doing a hazel color... oh! Turn here."

He turn on the street where there was only two houses. It was a very short street.

Then my curiosity kicked in,"How come I haven't notice you until today?"

"That's because I just came last night."

"And you bought the abandoned Linx?"I asked, "You must have a lot of money."

"The house belongs to my cousin. I'm just here to fix it up. Might take up to three to four months"

I didn't say anything, suddenly feeling tired.

He stop me in front of my house.

"Thank you" He tells me.

"No problem"

I climbed out of the car. I did a quick wave before walking to the door.

I hear him pull up in the house from across the street.

I open my door and shut it behind me.

Crash!

I jumped at the sound.

I walk into the living room but didn't see anything. I heard some more noises and walk into the kitchen to see the last thing I had expected.

What the...