The End of my Life as I Know it

Chapter 5: Who is this Chick?

Above is a picture of the mysterious Cole.

Cole's P.O.V.

I speed down the straight road going 20 miles over the speed limit. I love the feeling of going fast, and only slow down when I see a turn coming up. My truck is sturdy, but it isn't in the best shape. Sure it might be and old rusty car, but I take pride in it, I got it myself. As I come to the turn, I'm still going about 10 miles over the speed limit, but I know I'll be fine and so will my truck. I start to take the turn the same moment I see a black Maserati come from the other direction going insanely fast. I soon realize that they aren't slowing down and that we're going to crash. "Shit!" I all that I'm able to say as I wait for the impact, but it never comes. I look in time to see the car drift and take the turn wide close to the tree line. I know that they weren't close to hitting my truck, but I'm pissed that they are being so reckless. Sure I was going fast than the speed limit before, but I wasn't being reckless going around a curve that fast. They had to be going at least 100 mph!

I slam on my brakes, and take a second to see if there is any damage caused to my car, without getting out. Once I'm satisfied that my truck is ok, I turn around to chase after the dumb idiot who almost hit me. "Fuck." I groan as I see the Maserati get further and further away from me. My truck is already going as fast as it safely can, and I know for a fact that the Maserati can go much faster than it's going now.

Since the road is straight, I can still see the car even though it is about a mile ahead of me. I sigh in exasperation about to give up when an idea pops into my head. It may not work, but it's worth a shot. I start pressing on my horn long and hard hoping that the person will hear me and come to a stop. I continue this for about 5 minutes and just when I'm about to stop, I vaguely see the person with their arm out the window. "What the hell? ARE THEY FLIPPING ME OFF!?" I scream at the last part as realization hits me, that they are indeed flipping me off. I cannot tolerate when people do that to me, it pisses me off to no end.

During my hysteria, I notice that the car has slowed down and stopped on the side of the road. I pull up to it making sure to leave plenty of space between the two cars. The driver of the Maserati still hasn't come out of the car, and I am hesitant to get out of my car also. I don't want this person driving away with my answers. I groan as I realize that they won't come out until I get out first and I quickly jump out of my truck to get this started. I hope that this guy doesn't take a swing at me, I'd hate to have to beat the crap out of him. I laugh in my head and smirk at the idea, but I quickly drop it and put a scowl on my face as I see the car door open.

Instead of some rich guy coming out from the driver side door, it's a bad-ass looking girl in tight black leather leggings, knee-high black boots, a hot pink cami, a half-cut black leather jacket that is zipped up to just below her chest, and black sunglasses. I feel my mouth automatically fall open as I take in this girl walking towards me. To say she looks hot is the understatement of the year. I probably look clique with my varsity Letterman jacket with lacrosse and football on it. Oh crap.... and my name. Great now she knows my name and I don't know hers, she has the advantage. Maybe she didn't see it, I hope she didn't see it.

I shake my head slightly to clear up my thoughts to focus on the matter at hand, and cross my arms over my chest trying to intimidate her. I take a couple slow steps towards her, hoping that she'll either stay in place or back up a couple. But of course she doesn't back down and takes as many steps as I take. In the end, we are about 5 feet away from each other, and I have an even better and more distracting view of her. I inwardly groan at how hot she is, she has curves in all the right places. Wait... Crap! I hope that she didn't notice me checking her out.

When we stop, she puts her hands on her hips and rests most of her weight on one leg, while I cross my arms over my chest again and spread my feet shoulder length apart. It may seem weird, but I know it's intimidating, especially since I am 6'1" and tower over her. Even though I can't see her eyes through her sunglasses, I can tell that she's pissed from her locked jaw and tight lips. I would love to see a smile on those plush full pink lips of her's. I mentally scold myself for thinking that and put my irritation into the fight about to happen.