I Crash You

3 - Another Date

[Edited]

"For the sake of holy mother-father-brother-sister. Goodness, bless my back." I whimpered as I stretched my whole limbs and muscles and knuckles. Dang it, a 3-in-1 package.

"That was a long hell of a journey," I sighed and rested my head on my desk in despair.

"Wow, you just finished, didn't you?" Hollan, my co-worker, remarked.

"Yes, stop rubbing it on my face if you're not gonna help me, Netherlands."

"Sorry, and I've told you million times. I have no 'd' in my name, the same way like you have no vowal in your name, Lynx." He scoffed.

"Yeah, whatever. Look, I would be twerking my ass right now in some field and not be here if not for my accident in the past, alright. Don't make me deliver a tirade speech about world peace."

"Yup, said someone who still vibrates her ass from times to times," he rolled his eyes.

"Hollan, that's bloody different! That was merely an exercise. I don't want my ass to be numb from sitting here for too long. I might die from asspain." I argued.

"First, that is not a word. Second, you're over-dramatic. Third, you'll dislike this but you only have 30 mins left for break."

"Shit! Bye," I slipped into my sneakers and scurried right away.

I went to the nearest yet having-the-most-edible-food fast food chain and wow. I really didn't like the queue, however, some big fat sandwich from the good ol' Subway would serve my empty stomach pretty well. They're quite filling.

Done with my thicc sandwich, I checked my watch. Well, 12 minutes left. Speedy, weren't I? I could do better but, nah. Gotta enjoy my food. So I jogged my way to Starbucks for some green tea frappuccino.

What, you never try it? Just die, bitch. I love my frap whipped-ass cream with all my mouth.

As I was waiting for my order to arrive on the counter, a hand grabbed my arm. I spun in an instant and dude, I met with the same captivating grey eyes that I saw I don't know.. A few weeks ago? Needless to say, I almost punched his pretty nose and mushed it to resemble Squidward's with my little fist. Luckily, he was faster.

"What?" I raised my brow, staring at his hand which was holding onto my wrist.

"Amy," he hesitated but ouch. This guy needed another help for the similar situation as previously it seemed. I saw a pretty young innocent girl behind him, ogling at him like he's the man of steel, her saviour, love of her life bullshits. Nah.

"Seriously? Are we really going to do the same thing, again?" I snapped at him.

"Actually Amy, please. Bu-," he pleaded with his eyes. Damn, how did they still manage to sparkle at this odd circumstances.

"Fine. If you insist," I took a deep breath.

"Sor-"

I poked my finger on his chest with my free hand. Yup, I would have reserved this one spot as well if it was mine and if I knew him. All rights reserved.

"You fucking bastard! After you left me for another woman. I couldn't even call it a marriage. What? 3 fucking months and you already left me? With my dearest baby that couldn't even have a taste of this sweet fresh air."

"Err.. A-," His grip on my wrist loosened. I voted for him being dumbfounded.

"I even got a miscarriage because of that whole goddamn stress you, and your monsters you called as family, gave me. And now you're reaching out to me. Wow, you know what? You can trick and fuck the rest of the young girls in this whole world all you want, but not me. Not anymore." I panted heavily. Good gracious, that was a freaking long spiel. And I couldn't resist the tears brimming at the edges of my eyes. Bro, that was an emotional roller coaster ride with a loose screw on the rail.

Weren't I getting better at my monologue? I bet that pitiful girl would be scared the hell out of her soul by this moment. My partner-in-crime? That good for nothing guy was simply speechless as always. He could only stare at me like I had lost my brain with his I'm-gonna-kill-you-bitch 2019 hot looks.

Everyone was literally watching us, everyone of all ages inside the cafe. Should had been a little wiser on the above PG theme actually, cause I was sure as hell no one could've avoided it. Either way, every motion from people around us was in pause.

And fuck, to believe that this was also near the office. Pure shit.

Automatically, my instinct told me to cover my face with my hair. I just hope no one recorded that stellar shit show. Screw that, I had to take my drink right from the part-timer's hand as well because it was stuck there, since he was also included in the magical world of Frozen Disneyland.

Did time really stopped? Only time knew. I mean, that would be awesome, but also not. Cause soon when it resumed, everything turned into murmers and whispers, daggers and lasers, hard and cold. I was done describing with the five essential senses, and was definitely fine with five, no sixth.

With my drink ready on hand, I began to run off. Why? Because I was supposed to be there for a maximum of five whole minutes and now it's already eleven fucking minutes. My only luck lied in the fact that I was wearing my sneakers, not heels and until then, au revoir, ladies and gents.