chapter 4

Vanessa's POV

"What the—?" I was speechless. One minute, I was talking to Jonathan, and the next… this. God, why can't a single day go normally?

"BLOODY AZKABAN, CHARLIE'S CAR!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Without thinking, I sprinted toward Charlie's car—only to stop dead in my tracks. A sleek, expensive blue sedan was parked way too close, and my heart nearly gave out when I saw the damage. The right door had a huge, nasty scratch running across it.

Oh God. Charlie's gonna kill me.

"Hey, I—I'm so sorry," a deep, masculine voice said behind me.

I turned around, ready to unleash hell, and was met with the sight of a guy—probably in his twenties—standing there looking way too casual for someone who had just wrecked my future. He had mid-brown hair with golden highlights, sharp grey eyes, a strong jawline, and an annoyingly good build. Dressed in ripped blue jean shorts and a plain black t-shirt, he had the effortless, modern look of someone who didn't have to worry about the price of car repairs.

Yeah. Check out the guy who just RUINED Charlie's car. Check out the reason for my impending funeral.

And judging by his completely unbothered tone, he did not sound sorry at all.

"What do you mean, 'sorry'?" My voice shot up, pure fury lacing my words. My mind was already crafting multiple murder scenarios. Where should I bury him? Should I make it look like an accident?

"You just damaged my car, and all you're saying is 'sorry'?"

"It was an accident," he tried to explain, his voice almost bored. "The road was muddy, there was no construction warning sign, and I lost control."

Oh, I didn't care.

"Oh, you 'lost control'? What, do you even have a license? Or did you steal that fancy car?" I snapped.

His jaw tightened as he exhaled sharply. "Excuse me? First of all, stop screaming. And second, YES, I have a license. And YES, that is MY car."

"Who the hell gave you a license?!" I shot back.

A hand suddenly gripped my arm.

"Nessa, calm down," Kova murmured, trying to pull me back.

"No, Ko, I won't! Charlie will kill me!" I huffed before turning my glare back to the guy.

"And YOU, sir, because of you and your bloody car, I am going to DIE today!"

Instead of looking guilty, he smirked. "Rest in peace, then," he said sarcastically.

My eyes widened.

The audacity of this man.

I took slow, deliberate steps toward him, narrowing my eyes. His smirk faltered slightly.

"You're going to pay for that," I stated.

My gaze flickered to the nearby construction area where a beautiful hill of wet mud sat waiting. A slow smirk spread across my face.

I strolled over, scooped up a handful of thick, wet mud, and casually made my way back to his car. A few people nearby watched with curiosity, whispers spreading.

Standing right in front of his precious car, I flashed him a sweet smile.

"Your car must be exhausted after scratching Charlie's, huh? Looks like it needs a little… spa treatment."

Before he could react, I slapped the mud onto his shiny blue hood and started rubbing it in like a luxury massage.

The look on his face? Absolutely priceless.

Shocked. Annoyed. Furious. A perfect mix of emotions.

Gasps and laughter echoed around us.

Kova, catching on immediately, jogged over, grabbed another handful of mud, and smeared it over the back of the car. He winked at me.

"Massage it properly, Ko," I instructed, smirking as I dragged my muddy hand across the windshield.

The guy had officially had enough. His face was turning red, and the glare he sent me could probably melt steel. He stormed toward us, his fists clenching at his sides.

For a moment, a tiny flicker of fear crawled up my spine.

But I didn't stop.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he demanded, his voice thick with irritation.

I flashed him another innocent smile. "Oh, nothing. Just giving your car a little 'mud massage.'"

And then—whoops—I jerked my muddy hand, splattering his black t-shirt with mud.

"Oops. My bad."

He snapped.

"WHAT THE HECK?!" He gritted out through clenched teeth, staring down at his now mud-stained clothes.

I stepped back as Kova casually joined my side, both of us standing our ground.

"What do you mean 'WHAT THE HECK'?! Who do you think you're yelling at?" I shot back.

"I TOLD YOU IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I EVEN APOLOGIZED!" he roared.

"Sorry, my foot! You didn't even sound sorry!"

"Because that car isn't even worth apologizing for! And neither are you, you—"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING STUPID, BLIND RAT?!" I cut him off, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"Blind rat?! Did you just call me a blind rat?!"

"HELL YEAH, because you LOOK like a rat who can't see and damages other people's cars!"

Kova snickered. "Don't insult rats, Nessa. Even rats are cuter than this guy."

I barely held in a laugh.

"OH, YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY, YOU STUPID CHIPMUNKS?!" he snapped.

"AT LEAST WE'RE CUTE CHIPMUNKS!" I fired back.

"Unlike you—BLIND SQUIRT!" Kova added.

"ENOUGH!" he suddenly yelled. "I'm done with this bullshit. I'm leaving."

He turned on his heel.

Oh, hell no.

"Where do you think you're going, Squirt? Pay for the damage first!"

"I WON'T," he shot back, striding away.

I narrowed my eyes.

"HEY, STINKER! YOU CAN'T PAY BECAUSE THAT'S NOT EVEN YOUR CAR! JUST ADMIT IT, YOU STOLE IT!"

That got him.

He whirled around, furious. "Shut your damn mouth! And what are you even fighting for?! I BET that's not even your car!"

I crossed my arms. "Yeah? Well, it belongs to my—"

"AHH, so it's your friend's car. That means you can't even afford one yourself, huh?" he taunted, smirking.

I froze.

Did this asshole just—?

Oh, it's on.

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Another chapter of 18 to 80... hehe I hope you like it.

have a nice day.