I looked up at who dare grabbed my hand when a car whisked behind my back, honking rudely.
James looked back at me with his widening caramel eyes.
What the hell happened?
"What're you doing walking on the road like that? Do you have a death wish?" He scolded, anger and concern underlining his voice.
He's angry because he had to save me from getting ran over.
"Huh?" I murmured bewildered.
"You almost got ran over, Jade. What the hell are you thinking?"
Did I just walked out to the streets without looking? Was I too hypnotized by that angel that I didn't know what I was doing?
"I-i..." I stammered unable to come up with anything decent response.
I can't say I just saw someone or something I shouldn't.
No, I shouldn't easily tell people those things, or else I'll wind up in an asylum or something.
He tried to calm down and lowered his voice, his earlier elation is partially waning down.
James let go of my hand and sucked a calming breath. I can see how red he is, even with his dark pigmented skin, the blood on his face showed.
He could tell I was shaken from what just happened. "Look I should probably walk you home."
I breathed and tried to calm down just the same, I risked another look across the street just to make sure the strange man is still there, but he already left. Vanished.
Was he trying to kill me?
Was he here because he was trying to influence me on walking across the road without looking?
Is that how angel of death claims their haul?
Is he a death reaper?
I don't know. I tried to calm down, but it was impossible.
"Jade?"
I heard James called my name again and I looked back at him.
He grabbed my hand and reeled me back to the sidewalk. There're people watching us who saw just what happened.
I turned to look around and heard their silent hisses whirred inside my head. Those were their thoughts, invading my mind making my ears hurt.
Why am I hearing them?
"Jade?"
James called my name again.
Damn that impatient jock.
"Yes!" I said with an air of impatience. I heard him the first time.
I yanked my hand away, I really don't want him touching me. I never liked James, he was always too cocky, too arrogant, even if he is good looking and built like a football superstar.
He wasn't the kind of guy I would want to have a conversation with no matter how popular he is.
He let go, rejection resonated in his expression. Perhaps he finally found someone who isn't easily swooned by him.