Started With A Disaster

2: How to Get Stuck With a Jerk

He didn't even wait for a second before he replied. "Back to the broken house." He had a deep voice-one that you would want to listen to for hours and still not get sick of it.

"What? Why?"

"That place is the safest around here."

"How do you know that?"

"I have been walking around here for a while now. Trust me. Almost every house in this area is going to collapse. I don't want to take any chances. I'm too hot to die."

My jaw dropped.

"And I don't want to be massacred for not being able to help a poor girl."

I think I should warn you beforehand, the guy that I fell in love with had the ego with the size of Russia. And not the fragmented Russia but the Russia that existed in the past decades. For example, there was this one time when him and I were walking among the houses that had-oh wait! not now- I guess I'll just save that for later.

That incident was long after this incident.

Sorry, I'm confusing you.

So, back to the story.

I gaped at the boy before me in astonishment.

No one talked to me that way. No one, absolutely no one had ever called himself 'hot' or called me a 'poor little girl'. So what I did next was pretty reasonable.

I stopped walking in the middle of the narrow road; both of street-side covered with tall buildings and cracked houses, making him turn.

"Do not call me a 'poor little girl'." I snapped. Call it instinct, but I had had enough people pushing me around like I was some kind of floor jack.

He looked at me with surprise. Obviously, people didn't expect a naïve-looking girl like me who was clad in her white cotton shirt and pink pajamas with black converse-don't ask me what I was doing in that outfit-to get angry at those comments, but, at that time I wasn't behaving. Which in turn made him say the first thing that came to his mind, "I was being sarcastic." He waved his hands around my face. "Ever heard of it?" He smirked.

I worked on not being surprised. But somehow his response only made me angrier. Who the hell did this guy think he was? "Oh really?" I replied with the same sarcasm he previously indicated. I put my hands on my hip. "And who said that you could be sarcastic?"

"Freedom of Speech is protected by the First Amendment to the United States Constitution. I bet that explains your question."

I blinked in surprise. Okay, that was not the response I was expecting.

"Um."

He waited for a second and then,

"Speechless, aren't we?" He smirked again.

I shook my head, gritting my teeth. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Jayden." He said it as a matter-of-fact.

I opened my mouth and closed it again. I don't like this guy anymore, I concluded. "Excuse me, mister." I held up a finger. "But can I ask why you are shoving me around with you during this god-awful time? As you might have already noticed, I am not in such a climaxing mood."

As if it was even possible, Jayden's smirk got wider. His eyes twinkled mischievously.

"That's a wonderful word." He stated. "Climax."

My jaw dropped to the floor this time.

What the-? Did he just..?

My brain scrambled for response. Finally I settled on this. "That was extremely inappropriate."