To Love and Avenge

Chapter 7

At the car park, I violently shook off his hands, freeing my wrist from his grip. He, on the other hand, seemed to read my mind, he held me more, applying a lot more pressure on my wrist. “Let me go, you’re hurting me.” I sneered and tried to refrain from his assaults. Instead of answering me, he simply stood quiet as if not hearing my sneers. He practically opened the passenger's side while covering my head with his free hand. “Get in,” he instructed.

Now I’m mad. Who does he think he is?

“No!” I fought back as he tried to push me in.

Narrowing his eyes and with bared teeth on me, I know he is trying to threaten me by his expression, but of course, I am not affected in any way.

“You’re going in. Or will I take you?”

“You are so impossible! I said let me go, and let us go on our separate ways, and let's hope that our paths won't cross again.”

“I said GET THE F**KING IN!” he repeated, elaborating his every word.

Well, I guess sneering at him will not move him. Men and their Bullsh*t Egos. So I hope changing the tone will do.

“I get it that you are not used to being refused. I understand that you feel challenged, but what will you get on with this anyway?”

“You don't know about me, now. Don't make me do things that you don't want me to do with you.”

“Is it hard to understand? You just have to--”

Without a word, he roughly shoves me in and locks the door. My words were cut and I think they flew somewhere together with my brain. I never expected him to act like that. I stumble inside, and he doesn't even care a bit.“That’s what you get for being so stubborn.”

I was shut off alright. I hate him for doing this to me. But what I don’t understand is that my heart is beating abnormally, not that I’m mad nor angry like what I showed him. It’s something new to me. And it excites me. Something like- f**k, am I insane? Shaking off the thought from my head, I pull out my phone to make a call. But before I can do that, the driver’s side door opens up and he gets in. Hanging my phone mid-way, I observed his every move, trying to figure out what he would say next. He just turns to look at me, so I continue to do what I was supposed to do and ignore him. To my horror, he took my phone away and threw it in the backseat. I can't believe he just did that.

“Hey!” I yelled, displeased by his action. This is too much.

“What?” He asks non-apologetically.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you insane? Stop the car!” I'm so furious and I’m shaking. “I-said-stop-the-car!” which he did too, but never opened the auto-lock. “Open the f**king car!”

“No way! What are you going to do? Walk home?” he asked calmly, and it made me fume.

“ I don't know, Crawl home- I don't care, why d’you care anyway?”

“Look, you want to go home, I will drive you home, but one thing, I hate seeing you flirting with other men.” he burst out, not thinking of his words at all.

Well, this caught me off guard. What was he saying? Is he jealous?

“What? Are you jealous?”

“Of course not. Why should I?”

“Really? Then that explains your behavior. And oh Mr. Dauis Suares, Let me rephrase your words. You change your mind upon seeing me near acting boyishly. How was that word?” I said, mocking him. He ignores me and starts driving without a single word, while I am still torn between his sudden outburst.

“Let me remind you, we just met, so don't act like a goddamn boyfriend or whatever you call you are acting, we are not even friends. You’ve humiliated me many times.”

“I am just being nice, Allen cannot possibly send you home since Shiela is there too, so, being Allen’s best friend, I took the initiative to do it. You are clumsy and all, so I think it's not good for you to go home alone.”

“Initiative? And what do you know about what's good for me or not?"

"You're still the clumsy Ale and a cry baby."

"Really, huh? is that all?"

“Yeah, what do you think it would be? Unless you have something on inside that beautiful head of yours, you can tell me.” Arching his brows at me. Daring me.

I turned to look at him in disbelief. I can't believe him. How egoistic can this man be? Does he think that women nowadays are just under their mercy and protection? My God, I can even take down a lot of things like him.

“ I know you’re trying to get into my pants, I can see it,” I said without any hint of hesitation. I know men like him.

“If you’re willing to do so too, why not? But I don't force women. You should know that.”

“So you are expecting--”

“We are here!” he announced. Cutting off my words again. Why does this man have this habit of cutting off others while speaking? He opened the door lock.

"Does your mom ever teach you not to interrupt when someone is speaking? As I said those words, I immediately moved out. Only to realize that my phone was in the back. I turned to the back seat and collected it. As I was about to turn around to leave, I accidentally bumped into his chest, never realizing that he had moved in my direction.

“Sorry, I never saw you coming. You should not have blocked my way.”

“It’s okay”

“So thank you?” Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I mischievously smiled. I took all my courage to execute my devious plan. Since my height is above average, it isn’t difficult for me to do it. I pulled him by the collar of his shirt and kissed his slightly open lips, astonished by my sudden action. The kiss takes a little longer. I was supposed to give him a smacking kiss, but he tastes so good, deliciously good and it’s addictive. When I realized that his hands snaked around me, I slightly pushed him away, breaking the kiss. It feels awkward and I feel uneasy because of his stares.

“So I guess, I have thanked you enough. We are now even.” I managed to say as I was trying to cover up my shamelessness. And wink.

“And before I forget, you taste good. Bye,” I continued, not letting him recover from his bewilderment. I was astounded by myself too. But as I turned my back on him, he grabbed me by the waist and gave me a punishing kiss.