Megan didn't respond. She only turned to him, kissed him on the cheeks and asked him if he wanted to drive the Audi R8 or his car? She ignored the man who seemed to become angrier as time went by.
"Bitch. Are you ignoring me? What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
The man seemed to suddenly forget about him, which was fine with him. The only issue is the type of trouble he would cause for her. Henry turned and walked in another direction as Megan followed him. The man followed her, constantly calling her a bitch and questioning her intelligence as though she would be moved by any of it.
She didn't say his name out loud but whispered it instead. She preferred to avoid giving him the satisfaction that she was thinking about him at all. Noah seemed to be a very low IQ person who expected things to go his way without much effort. He was a trophy hunter who desired things that were out of his reach. He probably didn't think there was anything money couldn't buy. Noah wore expensive things but none of it looked good. Even the cheap clothing he bought had some type of plan in mind.
Noah was one of her pursuers, not when she was at school but during the social events. He wasn't very interested in her at first but when it was obvious that she was the most beautiful girl at most of the events, then he became interested. She represented a trophy to him. A beauty trophy out of many he already had but she wasn't like the other girls. She rebuffed him many times but it only made him more persistent. The only reason he never got out of control was because of her father. His father was less powerful and less influential then her own. A businessman compared to a politician as a comparison. His father was one millionaire with a few connections but her father was connected to millionaires and billionaires with more connections.
Henry was looking for his car, a budget Mitsubishi Mirage, black, at three thousand total. It was used with five years on it. He was still paying it off, had been since the start of college. Now it was down to a few hundred but he didn't plan on asking her for help. He only accepted her money earlier because he felt she felt she owed him. The damage to the walls could be repaired but a completely uprooted door was a different story.
He parked it somewhere near the back, like he always did, because he preferred the solitude. He could sit in there and not have to be worried about incoming traffic. Noah was still following them, looking angry as ever, but he paid no attention to it. When she saw the car, there wasn't really a reaction. Only a slight nod as though she was registering his budget in her head.
She looked at him, and when he finally nodded in realization, she walked around to the passengers side. Waited for him to unlock the doors before getting in. He was about to get in himself when he heard a whistling sound. He closed his eyes and relaxed. Henry didn't typically look at a disturbance before dealing with it. He wanted to feel it out first. Why? Looks could be deceiving but senses were absolute. The physical dimensions of an object could never change, therefore it was the one constant you could depend on. It sounded small and fast. A large object wouldn't produce a whining sound. Needed a lot more distance for that. The whistling turned into an audible rumbling. Small but not that small.
Then he turned around and saw that it was a rock. An uneven but not jagged rock. It was heading straight for his car, for her. The windows were not built with resistance in mind, nor were they bulletproof. It would shatter the glass and bludgeon her in the face. No, it wouldn't. If he seriously injured her, he would have to face the wrath of her father. It was meant to be a scare tactic. If it was aimed at him, which it didn't seem to be, then maybe it would be more lethal. But it was aimed at her, so it would never be lethal. He looked at his own hand. He had fallen from a ten foot story earlier and survived. He didn't really fell. He thought it was the illusion of falling. No, he really fell. Just as he imagined her in a fantasy and it turned out to be real. So he definitely fell but somehow he wound up back on the tenth floor.
Also, he punched many men into a wall and through a door. He felt his fist was strong enough so he didn't punch out but slapped out. His fist had bone in it and the rock would damage the bone but his palm had more cartilage. The impact was like a fly bumping into his hand. It didn't hurt and he hardly felt a thing. In that split moment however, he realized something different about himself. The rock rebounded off his palm but slowly. It was like everything, not just the rock, began to slow to a mind numbing crawl. He couldn't make sense of the situation. It was like he had been injected with a superhero formula. Superhero?
That wasn't possible, but it was the only thing he could think of. The solutions he had been working on were meant to convey some kind of impossible feat of physics. It was a fantasy that wasn't true because everything operated within the parameters of rules. But now he was seeing something impossible and it stumped him for the first time in his life. He started to rewind the sequence of events in his head, over and over to understand the full scope of the matter.
When he was thrown out the window, he had been injected with the contents of the vials he had been working on, fantasy solutions that were really ordinary applications of existing product. He remembered his heart pumping the formula through his vein into his organs and cells. After that, he found himself back on the tenth floor and the girl he had been fantasizing about begging for his help. She witnessed his incredible strength, recognized his lust, and still desired him. She even made love with him even though it was their first time meeting and it hadn't been an hour. It was too coincidental to be a coincidence.