Chapter 4
As she walked home after school, she stated thinking about McAccent O'Dimples. Klaus wasn't it? Of course it is. There's no way you'd forget such a hot guy's name, a part of her mind said. She quickly trashed it away. There was something mysterious about him, she thoguht, squinting.
She then thought about him. Her face fell. She was remembering him way more than she usually does. Was it because she was attracted to a new guy? Excuse me? Her mind shouted. ATTRACTED? More like she loathed him and his stupid accent and his arrogance and those dimples.
She hadn't seen him in a while. Maybe she should try to talk to him? The red alert in her mind went off and she repeated no no no no in her mind. She'd NEVER communicate with him again. Ugh this was such a nightmare. As she was two streets away from home, it started raining. She had her yellow umbrella which she never threw after watching How I Met Your Mother. But she didn't use it.
She looked up and felt the drops fall on her face, hoping it would wash away all memories and every one of her demons. She raised her arms to her sides and twirled, feelings herself smile against the drops as her blonde hair looked glossy.
After a while she realised that she'd dropped her umbrella next to her. As she bent to pick it up, she noticed something silver shining behind the bushes, resembling a tool or a weapon perhaps. She sat there staring at it for a few seconds. As she got up to move towards it, she felt a whole gush of water falling on her. She looked down to see her dress fully muddy.
Her eyes glistened with anger as she turned around to see the source. It was a car. And who was the driver? Of course it was him. Freaking McAccent O'Dimples. He had the audacity to look pleased with himself.
"Are you okay, love?" he asked, somewhat concerned, but mostly amused.
"Seriously?! You are actually asking me okay after what you did." she scoffed.
"Well as much as i may look like a god, love, i am not one and i do not control the weather. Besides why would a pretty girl like you sit here all drenched?" he asked curiously.
Truth was he had noticed her dancing in the middle of the road from a distance. He stopped to watch and notice her beautiful blonde curls bouncing around as she twirled, forgetting the rest of the world. It was when she noticed the bushes that he felt the need to divert her attention.
"How delusional are you? You may be deceptive like a politican but you aren't one so let me remind you that this is a free country. I can do as i please." she said, her eyes showing all her burning rage.
He couldn't help but smile widely and add cheekily "I'm sure you do as you please, love"
That's it. She'd had enough. She just rolled her eyes, scoffing scornfully at him and stomped away, only to be bombarded with honks of his car. "WHAT?" she shouted.
"It's only fair if i offer you a ride, love. After all i spoiled that beautiful dress of yours" he said, pointing to her simple white knee lengthed dress.
"Hmm I'd rather stake myself but thanks" she smiled sweetly again, and walked away.
He watched her walk away, again. He didn't know why he wanted to know more about this fearless blonde, full of fire. WAIT. Did she say she'd rather stake herself? That's not a common phrase used unless...
He narrowed his eyes and vowed to find out more about her.
-x-x-x-x-x-x
