This is ridiculous . . .
Sighing, A gave one last attempt to remove the bag from the car. Normally, she would have had the help of her bodyguard. But, as he was on his honeymoon, with her sister, she had to do it herself.
"Need some help?" A voice asked behind her. She spun around. There was a boy standing there. He looked to be about her age. He had jet black hair, and vibrant green eyes. From his easy, relaxed smirk, she could tell he was the kind of guy who had girls falling at his feet.
And I will not be one of them, she vowed.
"No, thank you. I've got it." He rolled his eyes, and lifted the bag out easily.
"And now I've got it." She scowled.
"I could have done that."
"A thank you would suffice." Her scowl, if possible, grew even more pronounced. She lifted the handle of the bag, and dragged it towards the admissions office, the wheels making a huge racket as they clattered over the paving stones.
The nerve of that boy . . .
And she didn't even know his name.
Dylan had been minding his own business, when he heard the sounds of someone swearing loudly. It had been a girl, trying in vain to get a bag out of her car. So he had offered his assistance. She had refused adamantly. A fleeting grin graced his face as he remembered how funny the scowl had looked on her fine, petite features. He had helped anyway, and hadn't even got a thank you. Instead, she had gotten more mad, and stormed off clumsily towards the admissions office.
The nerve of that girl.
He watched her go. She fell twice, and the sounds of her colorful swearing echoed across the parking lot.
And he didn't even know her name.