Today's surroundings appear to be quite peaceful and warm, so instead of taking the bus or traveling with Scarlet to university, I decided to walk. I appreciated having this time to prepare for my presentation. Within minutes, the weather changed, and the blue cloud turned dark grey, and raindrops began to fall.
"Great," I grumbled to myself as I gazed up at the grey cloudy sky. When I didn't have to walk around in it, I enjoyed the rain. I drew my hoodie over my head and began running.
"If only I had brought an umbrella, I would have enjoyed this," I grumbled as I rounded the corner. I looked up at the shops that lined the streets and the people who were either seeking shelter or simply enjoying the rain. My clothes were adhering to my body like a second skin, which irritated me.
I dashed to a small bus stop just a few feet away. I stood beneath the awning and placed the bag beside me before squeezing the water from my hair. I then knelt on my knees and took my books and papers from my bag. My grin was wide when I noticed the book pages weren't wet, but it quickly turned to horror as I was suddenly covered in cold dirty water.
When I noticed my books were drenched in brown water, I let out a small yelp. I managed to catch a glimpse of a black range rover leaving. What.The.Hell!
"Hey, asshole, get out of the car!!" I yelled angrily. How dare he/she leave without even apologizing! This has just made my day. In this state, how could I possibly attend university? How am I going to turn in an assignment that took me two weeks to complete?
No way, no how. I'm not going to let whoever that jerk leave without resolving my problem. I quickly looked around and discovered a large stone. I grabbed it and aimed it at the car that was currently waiting for the green light. T. The back glass of the expensive car was severely damaged, and I mentally patted myself on the back in satisfaction and pride. I had no idea I could shoot that far!
There was silence around me for a brief moment before a man emerged from the car. He slammed the door shut and walked around to the back of his car to inspect the damage. Then he quickly turned around and his gaze fell on me. He stomped angrily in my direction, and my mind screamed at me to flee for my life. But it appears that my brain shut down as soon as I saw him.
He's the same guy who got me fired! His shirt was clinging to his body, revealing his sculpted abs, and his brown hair was clinging to his brow. His eyes were bright blue, and his fist was clenched tightly.
"You again?” he exclaimed in disbelief. “Have you gone insane? How dare you throw a stone at my car in that manner? "He yelled as he towered over me. Oh my goodness, he's so tall! My senses began to alert as soon as he opened his mouth. I squinted at him and crossed my arms across my chest.
"You splattered that filthy water on me, and now you're leaving without even saying sorry! Where the hell are your manners?" I yelled back at him. He appeared stunned at first but quickly masked it with his cold, hard stare.
"Look, I'm in a rush. So you'd better apologize so I can get to my office on time," he said, looking at his watch. I looked at him as if he had two heads.
"Why in the world should I apologize to you? That is something you should say. You asshole, you even got me fired!” With a sigh, I said.” With a roll of my eyes, I said.
"Be careful what you say. And don't you dare roll your eyes at me," he growled. I rolled my eyes once more. Nobody tells me what to do, especially this jerk.
"Miss, I'm trying to be gentle with you. I'm only asking you to apologize instead of demanding payment for causing the damage because I'm sure you don't have that much money with you." I gasped as he said this. He has the audacity to tell me I'm poor. That, too, was directed directly at my face. My blood started to boil, causing me to grind my teeth together.
"How dare you accuse me in such a way? You splattered water on me, and now you're causing me to be late for university. If it's anyone's fault, you should be the one who pays." I let out a hiss. He laughed darkly and looked up and down my body, amused.
"Me? Saying sorry? That to a small girl like you? Not even in your wildest dreams "He sneered.
"I'm not a little girl. I'm 19 years old." I yelled at him. It's not my fault that this man appears to be a giant in front of me. Also, he doesn't appear to be that old. He appears to be between the ages of 22 and 23.
We fought for what seemed like a half-hour. A swarm of people gathered around us, eager for a fight. People, grow up! We were both aware that we were fighting for an illogical reason. A simple sorry would have sufficed to solve the problem, but neither of us wanted to be the first to say it. We each blamed the other. Except for one, every insult he hurled at me was fine. The one I always try to avoid from other people.
"You should go learn what manners are. What on earth did your parents teach you? A daughter who is oblivious to proper etiquette. It's such a pity. Tell your mother and father—"
"STOP!" I screamed, my hands covering my ears. Hearing about my parents caused a sharp pain in my heart. He made fun of my parents. It's too much for me to bear.
"Okay, I'm sorry. However, you should not have insulted my parents. They...They..." I began to stammer. This is becoming intolerable. I understand he has no knowledge of my parents, but that doesn't give him the right to insult them, dead or alive. I couldn't stand it any longer.
"What? Concerned about your parents, who don't even know how to properly raise a child -" As a single tear ran down my cheeks, I saw red and raised my hand to slap him on the cheeks.
“Go to hell!” I spit. While I walked away, he stood there in disbelief, his cheeks red.
(Flashback comes to an end.)
"YOU!" We all said the same thing.
"What are you doing in my house?" He yelled, making me flinch.
"Y-Your house?"
"Yes, my house," he yelled.
"Are you trying to deafen me? Stop yelling at me." I rubbed my ears.
He yelled, "Tell me what you're doing here!" This man's brain is seriously malfunctioning. Is he oblivious to the meaning of the word 'stop'?
"Logan, please stop yelling at her."
We turned around to see Grecia exasperatedly standing at the bottom stairwell in her silky nightgown.
"Mom! What on earth is she doing here?" he said, pointing at me.
"Karolia is her name. I've already told you about her." Grecia stated.
"What exactly is she doing here?" He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.
"I invited her to join us for the night. Have you ever met each other before?" She inquired as she approached us.
"Unfortunately, yes. And I wish I hadn't." I rolled my eyes at him as he responded. He fixed his gaze on me.
"She's a lovely young lady. She'll be with us for a few days "Grecia said, and I smiled back.
"What? No way," In disbelief, he looked at Grecia.
"Do you have a problem?" Grecia inquired, daring him to object. A normal person would have kept his mouth shut and welcomed the visitor if it meant avoiding Mom's wrath. But the person in front of me is insane.
"Yes. I'm having a problem. I'm not going to let a stranger stay with us." He snapped sarcastically, his voice rising with rage.
"Stranger? For God's sake, Logan, I know her. I'm not unfamiliar with her." Grecia became enraged.
"You've only known her for a few weeks, mom. Not in years!" he exclaimed.
"I'm not concerned with that. She is dependable." Grecia inquired, also raising her voice. Logan let out a loud groan.
"She's an annoyance." "First, she dumped a bowl of pasta on my head, then cost me a few million dollars, and dared to slap me,” he yelled, staring at me. Millions? When d-did I...? I looked down, suddenly overcome by a slew of emotions. I can tell when I'm not welcome. I suppose it's best if I leave now.
"Please accept my apologies. I'll leave tomorrow," I mumbled, and both of them turned to face me. But I kept my gaze fixed on the wooden floor, afraid they'd notice my frailty.
"No, you're going to leave right now," he said, grabbing my arm. As he drew me forward and began to walk to the front door, I stumbled.
"Logan, let her go RIGHT NOW," Grecia yelled at him. He abruptly came to a halt, causing me to collide with his back. He turned around and gave his mother a stern look.
"Mom, just because you're generous enough to make friends with this girl doesn't mean you should completely trust her and let her stay in our house. She might be a thief."
"That's all there is to it, young man. Who do you think you're speaking with? I'm not on your team to listen to whatever you have to say. I allowed her to stay at my house, and I only have the authority to kick her out. You are not one of them. So you leave her and return to your room
"However, mom—"
"No, I'm not interested in hearing from you. She intends to stay as long as she desires." Grecia stated obstinately.
“But what about my money-”
“Don't blame her for your carelessness, and I'm sure you said something to her that caused her to throw food at you and slap you,” she said, and I pressed my lips together. Oh, she is so correct!
”This is fucking insane!” He snarled, his hand running through his hair. Grecia's pupils constricted as she looked at him. “I'm not letting her stay here, and that's the end of it,” he established.
”Then I'll leave with her as well" Grecia concluded, "I will not stay in a place where my opinions and words are not taken seriously." Her words astounded both Logan and me. Oh my goodness!
”What! You will not-“
”Oh yes, I will, and you know that son,” she said as she glared at him. Logan's jaw and fists were clenched, and it appeared as if smoke was about to pour out of his ears at any moment.
"Fine. You can do whatever you want "After a few moments of tense silence, he said, giving me a murderous look. He stormed out of the room, most likely to his room, and up the stairs. A loud slam was heard a few seconds later, and I flinched.
"I apologize, Karolia. He can be a little tough at times. But you have nothing to be concerned about."
"No, Grecia, I'm sorry. I'll leave first thing in the morning tomorrow. I don't want to be a hindrance to anyone." Looking down, I said.
"No, you're not leaving. You will not leave this house unless I give you permission. He should understand that he can't keep ordering everyone around. It's past time for me to teach him that." She hissed angrily. She gave me one last tired smile as she walked down the hall to the kitchen. I stared at the couch, dumbfounded by what had just occurred.
In fear, I clenched my jaw. Do I have a choice?
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A/N - Every THURSDAY, SUNDAY, and TUESDAY, there will be an update. We will not allow anyone to plagiarise our story plot. It is ILLEGAL.
-Middlebencherzz
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