Amerylla's pov
I immediately opened the door of the moving car and jumped out. I fell on my back and rolled over, wincing when I scratched my elbow on the tarred road.
The car immediately came to a stop and Blaze stepped out with a huge frown on his face.
"Are you crazy?", he shouted at me.
Of course I was crazy. There was no way I would have just sat there and listen to him say more of such disrespectful things to me.
A coochie seller?
What about him?.
He was a rude, arrogant, disrespectful jerk who was apparently obsessed with his car.
He was the classical example for a petrolhead.
"oh so now I'm crazy?", I asked "listen here you little arrogant rich car-obsessed freak, you think calling someone else names when you barely even know them qualifies as sanity?. Too bad because that is another level of insanity if you ask me. Don't think too highly of yourself", I fired at him before turning around and making my way towards the highway. I was intent on grabbing a cab and getting the hell out of his prescence.
Blaze was surprised at her impulsive behaviour. How could someone just throw themsleves out of a moving car without considering the risk. She could have died for God's sake. And she didn't seem to care either.
For the second time in Blaze's existence, he wanted to hurl her over his shoulderd and teach her how to value her own life.
Blaze sat back into Dyonic and pulled up just in front of her.
"Now you listen to me Miss Reckless, you are not someone I would take advise from especially considering the crazy stunt you pulled back there. I don't know how or why you obviously don't value your life but you definitely need to see a psychiatrist"
I quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Thank you Mr Pompous, now if you're done talking, can you please move your car?, I would like to hail a cab"
He sent me a glare that could have incinerated me.
"Well Miss Crazy, I will have you know that since I'm a gentleman who saved you from the parking-lot-pervert, I am bound by manners to ensure that you get home safe", he answered.
Gentleman?. Manners?. Who was he kidding?
"Then by all means Mr Manners, I will have you know that the only threat to my safety or in this case my sanity would be you", I answered with a smile.
"Look here Miss SharpTongue, I am done with this little childish banter. Either you get into the car, or I'll have to bind and gag you and then throw you into the backseat. How about that?", he asked me with a devilish smirk.
Was he actually serious?. An image of myaelf bring gagged and bound filtered into my mind and I didn't like it at all.
I turned to look at him, reading his expression and trying to decipher what he was thinking. Unfortunately, his expression was cold and unreadable. It was almost impossible to not believe his words, the look on his face said he wouldn't mind bagging me up and throwing me into his super expensive car at all.
"fine, I shall let you take me home Mr Gentleman", I finally conceded. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and I couldn't help it, I just shook my head.
The rest of the drive to my apartment was omnious, more like awkwardly silent and when he finally dropped me off, I was grateful that he didn't make it more awkward by lingering around. He just got into his car and sped off.
So much for being a gentleman.
As soon as I opened the door, I got a huge fright from seeing my dearly beloved sisters asleep on my couch. Really?, they seriously have a copy of my keys?. I passed by to get some ointment for my scratched elbow and sent them a glare although they obviously wouldn't even know because they're sleeping.
Just as I pulled out the first aid kit, my phone vibrated in my pockets and when I pulled it out, it wasn't mine.
Why was my number calling me on another phone I may or may not have stolen?
Strange as it was, I picked up anyway because I was curious. Who knows, maybe I have turned into a subconscious phone napper.
"hello?, who is this? and why do you have my phone?", I asked immediately
"okay Miss Uptight this is Blaze Lockheart and I think we accidentally swapped phones. I'll send you an address and time so we meet up tomorrow".
"fine!, make sure you don't go through my phone Mr Nosebleed"
Nosebleed?, where did that come from?, I wondered and instantly regretted not thinking of a better comeback.
"What kind of person doesn't put a password on their phone Miss Unbelievable?", he asked.
"What kind of decent people go through other people's phones Mr Pussycat?".
Okay, stop. The comebacks were getting worse and worse, must be because I'm angry now. And I just conveniently realised that now. Damn it!.
"see you tomorrow Miss Morning-Sickness", he continued to taunt me.
"bye Admiral Tightpants!", I immediately ended the call and allowed my embarrassment to literally choke me to death.
The phone dinged and then the screen lit up beautifully.
I got a message of a time and venue and guess what the place he wanted to meet up was a cafe.
Next day,
The meet up place was actually in the expensive part of town.
Who the hell did he think he was, asking me to be there at 7?. Sorry but I don't wake up early when I don't have a job. Besides what cafe opens up at 7 am?.
So here I am at 1 in the afternoon, on my way to our meeting place.
I was sure he would have left by now. I mean who would wait for another person from 7 in the morning to 1 in the afternoon?. I never agreed to meet up at 7, he did his own thing and thought I had agreed when I didn't say a word. I had therefore decided to go at my own time because why not?. I can enjoy a meal and then wait for him to show up later.
My eyes widened the moment I stepped inside the small cafe and my step faltered.
Ow ow....
I came face to face with an angry-looking Blaze Lockheart.
Once again, ow ow.