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He leaned in closer to my face, my breath hitching when he was millimeters apart. When he leaned further and my mind slowly processed what was happening, something clicked realizing I shouldn't be paralyzed doing absolutely nothing.

So I moved backwards in my attempt to get out from this awkward situation but in the moment my back hit the window, I knew I was screwed.

"Never talk to me like that, understood?" he whispered just when his forehead pressed against mine a little bit too hard and his hand curled on my wrist squeezing it with all the strength he had leaving a red mark on it.

"You are hurting me," I cried out trying to escape from his grasp, which was  useless because he only gripped my wrist harder than before making a squeak came out of my mouth from the pain I was currently having "Please"

He let go of my wrist and positioned himself on the driver seat crossing the seatbelt to the other side and inserting  it on the hole. I blinked just to make sure what he did actually happened and wasn't kind of an illusion, because he didn't show any emotions after he started the engine.

I held my left wrist that was currently as red as a cherry with some of his fingernails printed on it making the pain increase, but I remain emotionless  trying to ignore the sensation of multiple twinges on my skin.

1:24

Speed up, please.

2:35

Just press the pedal, it isn't that hard.

2:56

Yeah, I am counting the minutes.

But, who can blame me? Judging by what  he did a couple of minutes ago, I know this guy doesn't have any special policies to women and he isn't ashamed of people knowing it. In fact, he treats everyone with the same rights; which is good but at the same time not.

He parked the car on his driveway, him getting out first the moment the Chrysler was off and walked to the front door putting his hands on his jean's pockets in the process. Before he twirled the doorknob, the guy turned around and held two fingers up doing a peace sign and then went inside totally forgetting me on the car.  His car.

I stayed there, resting my head on the headboard and my back on the seat waiting for my brain to process all the events that just happened and figure out how I am going to hide my bruised wrist from my parents.

Wait a minute, it's not like they are going to care anyway. They probably don't even know what time I get back from school.

I seriously don't know how could Ellie like this mess?

Shocking. After running into her on the hallway, she started to lecture me how I need to be more politely when it comes to hot guys like him because you would never know if later he wants to be more than a classmate to you. Politely? he doesn't need my respect, I would not give something to people who doesn't deserve it. And hot? my ass.

Maybe if he learn how to dress then I would be thinking of reconsidering my answer.

I covered my face with both of my hands and let out a groan, wishing I would have never accepted his stupid offer.