I Crash You

16 - Bump-Bada-Bump

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Of course, this F-ing class of a motherfather bastard. He held my arm after I crashed into his freaking titanium body, stopping me from my escape. Forgot about the blessing. I was breaking in invisible cold sweat already, as if he couldn't see which was obviously oblivious.

"Why the hurry?" He asked casually as if we were on any friendly-term.

"You just have to ask, don't you?" I groaned in frustation. I didn't want to offend Nevanya because she was actually a pretty nice little girl and I simply didn't dare to offend her. To be fair, nobody in their sane mind would!

"I'm in a fucking hurry to grab a cup of coffee." I promptly replied.

"You don't drink that caffeine, Lynx." And did I ever mention how much I hated everytime my name slurred out from his mouth? It was like he was saying 'jinx' instead. Cause he had all those black magics up his sleeves. He had been saying my name for no reason too often to my liking, that wasn't the case when I was Amy though.

"Fine. I just want a quick sandwich."

"You just ate, Lynx. And I thought you were about to vomit back there in the cafetaria." Today the cafetaria had blessed me with good servings of bacon carbonara, tomyum goong, and even just the plain white rice goddamnit. Everything was just good. I knew, random enough for my palate, but absolutely not my fault.

"There's always a room for a dessert, alright? That's why your dates sucks. Cause you're a fucking arrogant bastard who doesn't know girls." By the end of my words, he had pinned me against the edge of a metal table by the door, both of his thicc trunk biceps showed off their beauty at the same time. My knees started to wobble by this sudden odd jittery feeling. I hoped no one noticed.

"Really? Let's say that sandwich is a dessert. Now, teach me how girls work then." He smirked. This jerk who was always either in a puzzled or blank look and only chuckled at crapped bullshits. He dare to fucking smirk.

It was beyond sexy, especially if you got the triple-V.I.P seat, making my heart squeezing and melting like a bunch of a damn chewy squishies as my bitchy breath decided to ditch me all over. Let's be fair, keep it a secret ladies and gents. Sshhh!

"What do you want, asshole?" I bit my lower lips nervously.

"Don't be like that, we're still in the office." I glanced at Vanya, she waved at me. She was watching this fucking lame soap opera whilst chewing her favourite strawberry bubblegum with those huge round deer eyes of her. I gave her a swift trailer of my middle finger show as I caught him staring at my face from my rearside view.

"Do you have any weird fetish Mr. Menddal? Why are you shamelessly devouring over my philtrum," I faced him and furrowed my eyebrows in disgust at the thought, "Or what? My nosetrils?"

"Perhaps you could consider lips as well, Ms. Farren." He whispered in a duh tone right into my ears before withdrawing his face back again.

"Wh- oh. Ooohh." I deadpanned in realization and blushed for both the stupid dumb mortification and ya know the other reason. "You were lusting on my lips. Should've known. I mean, I know I'm a sexy bitch, but hold your pants, honey. Cause we're still in the fucking stupid office."

"All I want is for you to hear me out, of course for as long as you're ready. And we can talk it out. I'm trying hard to keep the promise to not say anything before this project is done."

"Wow, you fucking gentleman. After the pressure you just gave me and what? 'Barely kept the promise?' Should I give you my standing ovation?" I straightened my spine and clapped my hands right beside his ear. Stupid enough for my regretful move, his face was literally an inch away from me now, with only my arms separating us. I could feel his hot breath on my skin as it sent shivers down my spine. My frantic mind could only got distracted once I was out of my daze and heard Nevanya's cheer from the side. I swore that girl didn't know anything about us.

"Lynx." His voice was stern, as well as his stare. He was searching for something.

"What?" I finally managed to give him a blank bored look. "I've told you, don't be like that honey. There's children in the room, this ain't appropriate for 21 and below."

"Hey, who cares about a few months!" Vanya exclaimed.

"Alright. Just make sure to swing by my office, or home, or wherever it is when you're ready." He jerked his body away from me. "How you're doing, kid?" He asked Vanya as if nothing happened.

"Fucking excellent, brother!" She whooed. "Just remember I'm sailing whatever ship you're on as long as they're shitty but ain't bitchy."

"I don't mean to offend and I know I assigned you here myself. However, I think you spend way too much near Ms. Farren. She's cool, I know-"

"I'm still fucking here, bitch!" I yelled at his back. Damn, that man.

"Exactly that. Don't follow those excessive unimportant terms, okay my little ones?" He cooed her.

"You-motherfathering-of-a-fucking-shitty-piece-of-unicorn-poohorn-y-crap-bitch-lasagna-slutty-pussy-whore-stupid-dumbhead-to-dumbass-moron-psychotic-lunatic-asshole," I screamed at the top of my lungs. Did I miss anything else?

"Fuck you!" I finished it off.

He sighed loudly before turning to face and glare at me. "Did you used to aspire to be a rapper, Lynx?"

"Of course I've had during my elementary years. I stole my nanny's scooby doo and pitbull chains to hang it over my neck and baggy pants, also wore my mom's wedding ring to school. Oh fucking swag, Eminem-who? You'll be head over heels for me in no time if you've seen it live. Cause it will fucking turn you on," I gave him both of my fingers, y'all know which one, my precious ones. Leaving the room with a grinning from ears to ears, Nevanya.

That kid was dope and cool shit, unlike a certain grumpy someone!