2 months later

"You're fucking dead!"

"Wait, Meg! You gotta lemme explain, girl!" Twink said while ducking from the wrench that was thrown at him.

My fucking bike. He ran over my god damn bike! My throat was burning from all the yelling but I ignored it for the sake of seeing the fear on his face. I could tell I was scaring him but I honestly couldn't give a flying fuck right now.

"Let you explain!?" I yelled.

Meg, he's just a kid. Relax.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "You have 5 minutes to explain why my Agusta 4FCC is on the floor, with a HUGE dent on her side. God Twink, even the exhaust pipes are crushed!"

He gulped, "Well you see...I was on my way to a party for my girl, ya k-know? A-and I backed up on something, thought i-it was some animal...I backed up all the way and heard some pretty...uh...unnatural groaning sounds. I g-got outta the car and I saw I-Irene..."

I whimpered when I heard 'groaning' and 'backed up'...pun not intended. I wiped my hands down my face and kept it over my mouth. I'm afraid that if I don't, I'll end up saying some very nasty things that shouldn't be heard by a 16 year old kid.

I paced the garage for what seemed like hours...I can see him in the corner of my eye swaying side to side, looking away from me. I stopped abruptly and turned to face him. He stopped moving and looked at me slowly.

"This bike is acclaimed with 200bhp horsepower with the titanium race exhaust in place. Only 100 units are built, at €100,000 apiece. The only one in this country costs $95,350 on the road...I won this from a very wealthy man, and it was so difficult to obtain..it was my life's dream...and you just crushed it...because you were going to a party...and thought it was some animal..?" I said in disbelief.

"Well if you put it that way...yes...?" the kid said hesitantly.

I'm going to kill him. My face must've said that too.

"NO, NO I-I-I didn't crush it because of that! I-It's because I uhmm...I.." Twink stuttered.

"SHAY!" I hollered, breathing heavily.

I hear light footsteps running down the stairs to get down to the garage, which the Devil's Spawn and I were currently standing in.

"What! What is-...oh my god!" Shay exclaimed.

There she was in all her beauty. Her dark skin was flawless with her brown hair flowing down her shoulders naturally. Shay was always the one that made guys do a double take or get cheesy pick up lines thrown at her all day. One look at her and BAM!

Shay is actually the nice, nerdy girl that everyone likes cause of her beautiful looks and personality. She also tolerates my stubborn ass so, of course, I have to love her too.

Shay looked at me,"Hon...I am so sorry...who did this?"

I looked at her and pointed at Lucifer.

"Sis, she's overreacting! I swear I didn't mean-" Twink started but was abruptly cut off my murderous growl.

"Dejan, that motorcycle is her baby! You just killed her dream!" Shay scolded.

"I swear to fucking Christ, Shay, that if you don't get him away from me in 5 seconds...his body will never be found." I threatened.

I turned around and counted to 5 as quick as possible, hearing his feet quickly shuffling inside. I turned back again to see Shay with a hesitant smile on her face. I couldn't help but pace, waiting for him to show his face.

"It's okay. The other day, Twink told me about some guy who runs a shop." Shay consoled.

I stopped pacing and let out an exasperated 'what.'

She sighed while rolling her eyes, "Dejan was begging me to let him stay there. I don't know the guy so, of course, I said, 'are you kidd-"

I interrupt her with a sigh, "Who?"

"Can I come in yet?" says another voice. Twink poked his head inside the garage with a guilty expression.

"Listen to me, you little shit. You're going to pay me back for this!" I told him curtly. Shay didn't even try to defend him.

"Anything, Meg! I am so sorry!" Twinkie begged.

"You will give me $100,000 in cash whether you like it or not,"

Twink began, "How can I possi-" I shushed, "but you said it was only $95-," he argued but was shushed again by Shay.

"Wanna go for 200?" I said in a wavering tone.

He looked like he wanted to retort but restrained himself. "No ma'am."

"Good. Now, who is it that can fix Irene in the mean time?"

Twink cleared his throat, "His name is Han." Han...it sounds so familiar.

"Do I know this guy?" I ask curiously.

Twink scrunched his face in concentration. "I think you have. It was when you picked me up at Arnold's party like a month ago."

I grin as recognition hits me. Well, well. Pretty Boy has resurfaced, once again.

Shay notices this and says, "Hey Twink, why don't you go to your party or something?"

Twink does a double take. "You're letting me go to a party? Who are you?"

Shay looks at him and tightens her eyes. "JUST this once. Go, or would you rather clean the-,"

"I am OUT." Twink said with his arms raised in surrender, walking to his car. He slowly peeled out of the garage, onto the street, speeding off like there was no tomorrow.

"Out with it." Shay said.

"What?"

"I saw that smile and glint in your eye. Tell me the deets."

I look at her blankly and said, "I am not having this conversation with Irene in this condition."

Shay ignored my remark. "Who exactly is this "Han" person? Sounds like a Japanese cartoon character."

I picked up Irene, grimacing while doing this, and set her against a near by table. Once I assumed the table could handle the weight, I replied, "He's nobody. I've never even talked to him."

"Psh, now I know he is OBVIOUSLY something,"

"How would you even know that?" I ask in an equally, smart tone.

"Cause I know you. Your," she pauses, "quirks, when it comes to guys and what not." she finished with a tone.

"I remember...I guess- making like, 5 second eye contact with him," I admit.

"...eye contact..? 5 second eye contact? That's what's making you sigh like little fangirl?" Shay drew out.

I looked at her crossing my arms, "Can I continue?"

She sighed and rolled her arms in a motion for me to proceed.

"I don't know...it was so weird. It was like hundreds of sparks were igniting inside my stomach. My breathing was labored like a damn horse after a race and I felt goosebumps all over my body. All because he gave me a look- not even- a GLANCE." I exhaled out to her with my arms flying everywhere.

She gaped at me for a long time.

"I knew I shouldn't have told you." I say turning away from her.

"No,no! Sweetie, this is a very good thing." Shay said.

"What? How is that?" I asked.

"...Well now I know that you're not gay after all."

...

Are you kidding me?

"Just because I haven't slept with a guy for- what?" I ask her.

"8 months girl. 8 MONTHS. That's like 10 years in dog years!" Shay exclaimed.

"Wow. I don't know if I should be offended or..." I drift off.

She continues, "You can't help me getting worried if you haven't had sex in 10 dog years!"

"Shay,"

Ignore.

"Shay!"

"WHAT?! This is a big deal, girl!" Shay said.

"Just stop. Can we get back on topic please!"

She held her hands up in surrender.

"Why am I feeling this way? With a guy I don't even know, much less, talked to?" I asked exasperated.

Shay lowered her hands and smiled softly. "Maybe it's a sign. Take things with the flow. They say you never know what will hit you at the right time."

I pondered over that thought for the rest of the night. Take things with the flow? Ok, I could do that.

I think.