The Love Affairs: The Cliche of All Love Stories

Chapter Two: The Escape! Uh, Sort of..

Chapter Two:

 

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

I banged my head against the wall, annoyed yet again as my friends yelled at me. They were bickering about my fail.

"HOW CAN YOU DO THIS, SAPH?" Rose exclaimed, "I GOT ENGAGED, AND YOU – YOU GOT ENSLAVED."

"HAHA, Enslaved!" Arlie dropped on the floor laughing. We just watched her for three minutes as she recovered herself. "Okay, I'm good."

"Anyways..." Zee, said turning to me, "Listen, I was thinking about our conversation with the lawyer. And I found out that he NEVER asked your name."

"So?” all three of us said flatly, staring at her.

"HE NEVER ASKED SAPPHIRE'S NAME!" Zee said. I smiled as I realized she was right. HE NEVER ASKED MY NAME. How will he find me? He won't!

"But, there are only 5 girls’ hostels. It won't take him that long to find her." Arlie said, using her lawyer mind.

"So? She can go to her parent’s place!" Rose said.

"OMG, YEAH! YOU NEED TO LEAVE NOW! SINCE WE LIVE IN THE FIRST HOSTEL." Zee said. I stared at her, then suddenly shot up, and threw everything I needed in a bag.

"Hurry, hurry! I’ll get your car out," Rose said, leaving the room with my car keys, while Arlie and Zee helped me pack.

"Come here, Stardust!" I took my cat in my arms and put her in the cat carrier cage. "You're coming with me! We're going to Grammy’s house!" she purred and relaxed in there.

"Alright, let’s go!"

We headed downstairs. Knowing Rose, I was expecting a dent in my car somewhere. I walked over to the driver’s side.

"What's the damage?" I said, raising an eyebrow at her. She gasped.

"Damage?!" She gasped again. "How could you say that Saffy? You don't trust me?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed her away, getting into the driver’s seat. She got into the passenger’s seat, while Zee and Arlie got into the back, talking about some assignment.

Anyways, we were cruising down the street, everything was calm. That was until...

"SQUIRREL!" Rose screamed.

"AHHHH!" I screamed, thinking I'd run over a squirrel. I swerved to avoid it, not looking in front of me again, and crashed into the hood of a... LAMBORGHINI GALLARDO?!

"Oh shit, shit, shit." I stared at the damage. The hood of the car was smoking, and so was mine. I cannot pay for this.

Great. I'm getting poorer by the second.

I looked at the driver’s side of the Gallardo. The heavily tinted window rolled down slowly, and instantly, my eyes met piercing grey ones.

Oh shit.

It was him.

He cocked his head to the side, and raised his eyebrow. "You know, if you have a problem with me, there are other ways of saying so."

I blushed and laughed humourlessly.

"Daaaaaaamn," Arlie whistled. We all turned to look at her, questioningly. "I don't even know what I'm whistling at – the damage or HIM." She gave him a sweet smile. He flashed his charmer's smile back.

"She's taken, hot shot," I told him, breaking their moment.

"Well, at least you think I'm hot," he said getting out of his car, and whipping out his HTC Thunderbolt (which is a phone, he's not Zeus).