RAIN

It's raining and the cold liquid is attacking my skin. I looked around and noticed the other people that were waiting for the bus ran away with bags and umbrellas over their heads. I was the only one left stupid enough not to budge from my spot and let the rain drench me like my feelings were. I just waited quietly not really caring if I'm wet, though I think the bus driver wouldn't let me in if he saw I was dripping wet. I don't care anymore; I'll just walk home in the rain since I'm already wet. I don't even care if I get sick, as long as I'm away from him. As I started pondering on these things I felt some warm liquid on my face. I was pretty sure it wasn't the rain for who has ever heard of warm rain? That would become like acid falling from the sky, oh wait acid rain. I swear I'm getting stupider by the minute. So I realized I was crying, that's good, not like anyone can tell I'm shedding tears, not like anyone is here with me.

Pit, pat, pit, pat

For awhile I thought it was strange that I wasn't feeling anymore cold water on my skin when I can still clearly see that it is raining. Did I develop some kind of force field or is my skin just really numb from the coldness that I couldn't feel anything anymore.

"Are you even thinking at all idiot?" that voice made me almost jump out of my skin. I whipped my head around and saw him holding a black umbrella over our heads "If you think you can ride the bus like that then I think the rain has melted away your brain"

"You just love insults don't you?" I said still having the energy to talk back to him.

"Drenched in rain with your hair messed up…" he started taking off the no more elastic hair tie from my wet hair making it fall down my waist "Wow, is it me or has your hair really grown longer? I knew it was long before but it's like six inches a lot longer!"

"It's just the rain making my hair elastic" I pointed out, is it me or has he just become stupider? I wonder what happened to this so-called genius during those five years.

"Where do you live? I'll take you there" I looked up at him giving him a questioning look "I'm not about to leave you here looking stupid standing alone in the rain. Now come in my car before you get a fever" I still didn't want to move, I just glared at the air watching the rain "If it's about you soaking my car I don't care, what I care right now is you in my car and driving you home to get changed"

"Where to?" I finally asked, he gave me that stupid grin like he won something. I had no other choice, I was about to head home and I just can't turn down a free ride while it's not yet dark. We went to the parking lot where and I saw a blood red convertible. Someone tell me what this guy's salary is! He opened the door to the passenger seat and I got in, the car seats where kind of like light beige with a very soft texture. I feel bad about riding in this kind of car with my whole body wet.

"Don't worry about it, I can just get new seat covers" he said like he read my mind, jerk, showing off how much of a rich bastard he is. I put on the seat belt and he put his on too and started the car. He started driving out of the parking lot and into the highway.

"What's your address?" he asked while looking at the road while I took a glance at his irritating face which is so clueless to what's going on in my mind. I flatly told him where I lived and noticed him looking at me at the corner of his eye.

"Won't your fiancé be upset if she finds out and misinterprets?" I said letting the words roll out of my mouth, he glanced at me again and just focused his attention on the road.

"Not really, if I had an affair she would just ignore it. She doesn't really like me" I was clueless, what kind of woman is he marrying? Does he even love her at all?

"Then why did you propose?" I asked something quite personal to an almost stranger like me.

"I didn't, my dad did" he answered, I raised a brow "It's an arranged marriage for the company" Ah that made sense. There are still cases like that? Talk about a boring drama TV series. I leaned against the window watching the raindrops hit the glass window. Staring into the wet scenery made me a bit too sleepy battling my eyes to stay open.

"This reminds me of London when it was raining really hard just like this" started his babbling, I already tuned out of his voice listening to the rain instead. Not too long after my eyelids closed and I was about to drift off to sleep when I could still hear that one small voice "Why do you hate me?" I don't hate you, I actually…zzzzzZZZZZZ…

In my sleep I actually dream of you and have no control over it