ERICA'S POV
"Did he touch you somewhere else, erica?" He vehemently asked, grabbed that womanizer by his hands and pinned it behind his back whilst he shoved his head down on his desk.

Fun fact was, I could get a whiff of that this shit was about to blow up as in noah otherwise also known as my partner in crime made his mind up that he was gonna beat the pulp out of brandon the fucker.

I wouldn't mind that but he was going after my prey. And we don't go after each other's prey until and unless it's something very imperative to indulge in about.

So I practically shot him a look which was vulnerable enough for noah to be wise of my signals but just in case, i played along the game which wasn't mine in the first place to end but I did it anyways.

"Noah, you really don't have to do it. I have already called cops on him. They should be here any moment." I denied, mist of checking up on my elbow that was carelessly scraped off.

"I asked you a fucking question erica, answer it the right way now will you?"
He chided, playing rapid-fire with me and expected me to answer him obviously.

What could I say more? Being his best friend for over twenty-one years now surely enough came with its own pros and cons. He is hot-headed more than I could ever be in my entire life.

And in our college years, we were often known as "the smoky-frosty duo" where he was smoky as fire not by his physique but by his personality and I was a frosty back then with a worse for wear personality which I think kinda made sense to some extent.

"He just about held me by my neck but thank god I wasn't out of luck that you came otherwise..." I sniffled as fresh set of tears now rolled down my cheeks whilst i wiped down my tears with the back of my hand.

"I got it, so the neck it is. Head back to my car and i'll join you in a couple of minutes." He insisted as he frowned at brandon who was now under the spell of noah and was for sure blabbering some rubbish shit like he always does.

But how could I leave noah alone with him? I thought about it for hard and long with a fret emotion on my face that was getting the best of me until noah spotted it.

"What are you thinking of erica? I said get in the car and wait for me till i come. What's so difficult about this to not understand?" He rebuked and grabbed brandon's hair to make sure to give him the same amount of pain that i just gone through and i think that was fair enough but anything above that wouldn't be anymore.

"No I understood but what about you? I want you to come with me noah," I firmly asserted. I refused to leave without him. Who knows what more that bloody womanizer could do?

After All, He is "the brandon brooke" that if he wanted the world at his feet, it would be done in no time. And that shit threw me into panic the most because I was concerned about noah and his job.

Noah wasn't aware of his network and his rapport within the world that it wouldn't take him long to snatch noah's part-time job at the club and make him immigrate from here forever without even getting his reputation tainted.

And this was that intimidating. So there was no way I could leave without him.

"I wasn't giving you options for god's sake erica! I said get in the car right now before I make you to, dammit," He gritted his teeth out and banged brandon's head straight against his desk for emphasis which made me flinch as i closed my eyes momentarily before i was headed to his car.

I couldn't even walk properly as chills of uneasiness were running down my spine and the goosebumps that came along with it unalarmed.

I then dabbed the sweat off that had been formed just above my lips and dashed towards the blue ford since it was the only car parked across the street.

I was so shuddered with fear that i was unable to open the car's door panel but somehow i managed to pull through and sat in the car with shaky hands as i was now an outright mess.

I have never been this scared before. Had I known this was gonna take place one day or the other i wouldn't have done that at all. And that would mean absolutely nothing to me.

Even my occupation or my golden dreams wouldn't matter to me anymore cause I had always been, i do, and i always will choose my self-dignity over anything and everything no matter what happens in life.

I would never sell myself for anyone and that is power to me even when I am not well off. And as always I will keep saying this--- god is good even when my circumstances are not.

And I know this was just a glimpse of my movie created by the almighty but I won't fret for I know that my climax would be so much better than it has ever been and I don't know how it will come to the limelight but I will always make sure to commit good deeds in order to receive a worthwhile climax bestowed by my god. Cause I will always be my god's child by doing the right things.

This is the kind of motivation I give to myself whenever my adrenaline rushes and feels like so many things at a time but today wasn't the right day to feel it because the way my tears were rolling down the cheeks one by one and right up falling on to my laps were saying so many things without actually having to say it.

I wanted to do so many things at once for instance I wanted to scream so loud in the sky, cry for hours and hours until I felt better or tears couldn't show up anymore or my mascara would get dry and sticked to my face, be happy like I never did in my entire life, laugh like it had been my first meet with it ever, dance like it had been my bestest friend ever and do so much things like this more that I have no clue if my current wishlist ever made sense.

Even if it didn't made sense, I would let it go anyways because I was too caught up in the situation that it made me senseless to the core enough to let my emotions out at once and for all.

Just now that I wanted to cry more, noah knocked on the driver's seat window and made my heart pound with extreme level of fear that I almost passed out but then I regained my composure and unlocked the car's latch to let him in.

"Are you fucking dumb Erica?" He snarled, slammed the door's latch and then penetrated his eyes into mine without breaking the eye contact.

"What did I even do now Noah?" I perked up and stifled as my tears couldn't stop flowing down my cheeks.

"Don't tell me you didn't know that, this fucker was gonna eat you up alive," his cold, impassive face yelled at me as if I was the one at fault.

"I swear noah, if I knew this was gonna take place, i wouldn't even come here in the first place. Do I look that shallow to you?" I searched some empathy in his brown espresso eyes but i couldn't get one. It rather'd been apathy. And I hated him for that.

"Yeah, right how would you know? I should've known right away when you didn't get my command earlier." He scoffed, his pitch had a brusque tone to it whilst his eyes scanned me from head to toe momentarily before it rolled at me.

"No I grasped your command earlier itself, it's just that I wanted you to come with me noah." He finally broke the enormous eye contact with me as a sign of he was done with me and he ran a hand through his chestnut sleeky hair with the flow while he was already at it.

"But wasn't I going to join you later? I told you I would come later and I did. Then what went wrong?" His hands were now at the steering wheel and his eyes were roving outside the front windshield of the car while my eyes were roving at his red floral rose tattoo embedded with black dark silhouettes around it on the side of his neck.

Everything about noah felt unrealistic to me. Now where should I start from? Who knew that noah edwards who once had a personality of a guy who loved to hang out with girls or I would say, a guy who had a girl gang beside him was no longer the sheepish noah, he was now transformed into an alpha or a sigma guy whatever you name it.

His glow up was enough to defame the whole university who once bullied noah for how he carried himself around girls and strolled around our class.

How could someone change this much around six months? I mean we were merely six months in since the club incident took place and holy Jesus, this guy in front of me who was in a double pocket black shirt with me drooling at his clean shaved bare ripped chest because his three buttons were undone and nearly were inked with two tattoos which were visible from the passenger's seat where I was sitting. Along with a rose tattoo on the side of his neck he had an immaculate butterfly tattoo on his left forearm as well.

Tantalizing was all it seemed and smelled to me. It had been decades since I got to grab his chestnut sleeky hair playfully.

The last time was at our graduation I guess, otherwise I don't remember him allowing me to pull his hair because at a certain point our goofy friendship looked amature to him.

He was so ashamed of me that he fled to overseas and came back just a year ago.

Part of me wanted to ask him if it ever hurt his ego to be friends with me but I was a coward, still am and unfortunately I never got the chance to ask him.

A pair of brown espresso eyes full of sheepish were now something more matured and masculine so to say.

His tattoos were the most sexiest thing about him that absorbed my eyes. His brooding six pack abs added more to his dominant personality.

A jaw so finely chiseled that if he wanted, he would make any women in this world fall for him by hook or by crook.

He definitely stood at the height of six feet and a half where my usual stiletto heels could barely add more inches and do the magic to my five feet four height.

He never had a thing for accessories back then in University but now he seemed to have a thing for neck accessories.

Venus named initial was carved on the necklace he wore. I wonder if that initial ever meant something to him.

My actual curiosity peaked as to how did he become the best version of him over such a time crunch? Cause looking this hot felt hella illegal to not only me but to every women on this damn planet.

He had to be the god's favourite because there was no way that guys like noah actually existed. He felt like a freaking pinterest ambassador board to me.

The pinterest headquarters would hail noah itself that he was that good looking.

Forget about pinterest, who wouldn't appreciate and hail guys like noah? He was that kind of guy who looked like he just teleported straight out from the posters or ripped out the posters to come outta it that were hung on my hot-wanted wall list 2023.

And to me he was one of a kind. This is how i perceived him, this is how my eyes took in his masculinity. Even if he had a glow down I would still love him as my bestie the way I did.

I just wanted to point out the difference in him over the years. And I think, toxic people were the ones to build him up the way he is now.

Sometimes, toxic people are the ones who really help you to become the best version of yourself and I don't find it hard to appreciate their shade intended to us.

In the end, they are just pushing us forward in life in a way that feels bitter.

"See, that's why I always tell you to not get yourself involved with this industry but you just don't get it," he sighed as a sign of defeat. I hope he didn't catch me watching him intently.

"Then what am I supposed to do noah? Rot and live there caged in that house forever with my dad and sophia?" Noah was the only one who knew me, who knew my hardships in life better than anyone else could.

We were transparent to each other mentally. And this was our rule number one in friendship.

Because it wouldn't look cool if we only laughed together but then cried alone. That would be a disgrace to friendship cause friendships are meant to be real and not to be filtered.

"Yeah I know Erica. Calm down now. Look I am sorry but you know you're my first priority than anything else." He patted my hair up and back with gentle strokes while he covered his one ear with his non dominant hand.

I never intend to pitch my cry higher but I just can't help but cry like a toddler when I am at my worst.

He never liked comforting girls even though he was girlie gang because it looked stupid to him but I could see that he had changed a lot over the years and I can see why.

"You think I don't know that? I could promise you that even if you didn't come at my rescue, i would've flexed my combat skills there noah." I wiped my tears and stifled since I had a runny nose while in the meantime noah grabbed some tissues from the tissue box holder kept in the car's dashboard and handed it over to me.

Sometimes because of this I kinda feel like dating him although I know this isn't even bare minimum but I can't help it. But I don't do best friend dating sort of things.

We won't ever do that. And this was our rule number six. Only if he wasn't my best friend, i would've dated him.

Not that I was longing to date him or something but... I don't know the answer to it. You could say, I was currently in my I don't know era.

But whatever it is, one thing is for sure and that is i can't and I won't date noah edwards ever. Not after we saw each other naked one time when we were three or something.

I know cringey but at that time it was pretty much adorable.

Fun part was I didn't have boobies at that time so it didn't matter much and his other best friend(pee-pee) was still in the process of budding so i didn't get to see much of it, not that I was a perv but yeah he was so much fluffy back then that I wanted to eat him up alive.

I wanted to devour up his fur ball like cheeks, I wanted to devour his cute lil watermelon belly as well back then.

But he challenged the whole room back at uni and of course he had the willpower, dauntlessness or backbone whatever you call it and so he went from he'd be the last guy i would ever want to make out with in this whole university to i would trade my body to him and let him do whatever he wants to with my body.

And bitch, he held that much power. Just imagining his whole journey was beyond any doubt electrifying.

"Says who couldn't even doge him for once. Proud of you frosty bestie," He jested and my mouth fell wide apart at his wit comment. He really takes me for granted now. No problem it is with me.

Why fear when my weapons are here. I bet my bottom dollar on it that with my secret weapons backing me up, there's no way he'd last a second.

"It's not what it looks like, my skills have always been a slay and will continue to slay but i wouldn't deny that maybe this time i was unable to whisk his mask off and i overplayed my hand which led me to..." I cleared my throat and smacked a layer of my pink shimmer lip gloss off my lips.

And palpable it was that he shook his head in disapproval and adjusted the rear-view mirror before he propelled the clutch pedal, shifted the gear to neutral and drove off the car with an average of forty-five mph speed.

He may be the biggest and hottest red flag I have ever known or came across with around the world but the way his sleeves are always rolled up while flaunting off that tattoo makes me want to put an end to all my dating boundaries and to my anti-romantic attribute but as i said, i can bear a haughty guy not a guy who slept with the whole town.

"But where you'd even get this car from noah? I don't remember you getting this rich over the months. Wanna share your secret with me?" My whole attention was now snatched away by his downturned pale pink juicy lips.

Something was alluring about his lips and on top of that i don't think i ever had a guy come up to me with that shade and shape.

His parted lips were too much empty and alone to be just hung on for display and not to try with. Jeez! I did not just check him out.

Holy shit, I need to get my endocrines in control. In no way am I going to let my intrusive thoughts win. Not on this, this is way too dangerous.

So to avert my attention away from him, I looked out of the window to get him off my mind momentarily and also because highways at midnight always gave me a sense of security and tranquility.

I loved tranquility more than i loved anything else because it was quiet yet it could express itself better than anyone of us. And I idolized it solely for that.

"Baby there's another side that you don't know, you don't know." he face crept up with a familiar crafty smirk laced with a side-eye. He was acting as if he is a gangster or something very similar to that.

Anything familiar in him that i have witnessed over the years had so much to do with everything. Like he could be or could've been scheming something ahead of him which involved me in it or he slept with another body or as he likes to call it---another soul.

And to lay my cards on the table, his explicit body count or his fascinating word---his holy- soul body count doesn't surprise me anymore, because his body count is exactly like my delusional venmo bank account where the money keeps flowing into my account without me having to derive any more money from it and where his body count doesn't drive people away.

"What do you honestly mean by that noah?" okay, he did not just wink at my dazed expression.

I am done, I lost my interest in him. We are good this way. Anything that turns creepy right away drives away all my remaining delight for them.

"I can't wait to get you all alone, all alone." He then sneered at my "um, what? expression.

"Noah, you're right now alone with me. What do you mean by you can't wait?" I nudged him on his shoulders to see if he was in his right mind but instead he brushed off my hand, shifted the gear to sixth and raced the car with one-twenty mph speed.

I swear to our friendship, if this hooker doesn't look out of danger I am going to kill him right away then and there!

"Once I'm in there ain't letting go, letting go," He fucking pressed the accelerator brake when i warned him not to!

I had to then grip onto the roof handle just in case cause I knew this was some sort of silly prank that he was trying to pull on me.

"Noah, are you fucking out of your damn mind? slow down, we might crash! Are you even listening to me you dickhead?!" He had to be kidding me now.

His "i don't give a fuck about it" trance was going to be a pain in his ass later.

"Watch me turn your mind into my home," What the actual fuck was wrong with him?

He was literally doing stunts with his car while running the pad of fingers all around the steering wheel and grooving like he didn't care but i did!

"And watch me clamp your face into my hands, in my hands. You goddamn fucker!" I screeched and grabbed his collar with my left hand while my right hand was still gripped onto the roof handle.

"ooh-ooh-ooh-mind-mind games, until you lose control..." he connected the aux in with his phone and regulated the car's stereo in and then slid his hands around my neck playfully while he was humming whatever he was saying.

"Chill babe, it's the weekend vibes. It's just a song sing it with me now," A cocky grin then escaped from his face while he accelerated the car towards the tunnel midst the highway, making me freak out.

I can definitely vouch for him that he totally wasn't like this in his childhood except for that one time when he burned his whole bakehouse down trying to bake a raspberry pie for me and to impress me by his flash in the pan cooking skills because obviously his crush was already matched with someone she adored and this melon baby was thriving too hard to catch her eye and when she didn't give any, he asked me out for prom.

To him, I was his last-ditch effort and with my full honesty, I turned him down. I know boo moment but... i was free to turn him down as my best friend.

I was also free to break the chain not because i didn't like him or something but because... there was once a guy who took my breath away back then at our uni and apparently he was my first and last crush.

Because I was so naive back then that the so called love of my life... only because of him i had to swallow my pride forever and the rest is the history that only some folks at our uni know about including noah but other than that i don't think anyone else is aware of that malvovent party.

Not that I don't try my level best to erase that memory from my life forever but it just won't stop showing up in my dreams and give me freaky nightmares!

I should've known that guy wasn't the one to begin with yet i fell for him too hard, only to get down in the dumps.

"Chin up erica, It's not the end of the world. Not yet. Besides, you have me then what else you need? Wine perhaps?" he turned my chin to his side with his dominant index finger.

Acting as if the world is ruled by him and he looks down upon people. He wouldn't know a thing besides he's a bartender, one white-pearly toothy beam and girls are head over heels for him. Only if my job was as easy as his job.

"Noah you know what?I have you that's why I need something else to enlighten and uplift my life and you want speeding fine perhaps," I spat at him and averted my eyes away from him to my window seat.

I asked him a simple question and he answered that by singing a song. That's why I can never love him as a guy because he is too good to be a bf. He's snarky at that one.

"You still won't ask me where i'd get this car from and from whom?" He cleared his throat and nudged me on my cheeks to get me answer him.

"As if you're gonna spill the tea," crazy how his way of teasing me bothered me in a way where it made me scoff at him, cross my arms and curl up my lip at him.

"Guess someone is too bent out of shape, I bought it." I could smell his old sigma demeanor retrieving back to him. But he looked quite spaced out to me.

"bought what? You're telling me you bought this car by... sleeping with another sugar mommy?"

"You know it. And besides this job is a cash cow and at least I am bringing bacon to the house more than you" He sighed in defeat, his eyes on the road, unfazed by my reaction.

"Good for you, at least I am not trading my self-dignity over some cash." I said dryly, biting the ends of my nails.

"It's 12000$ a month erica. It's no joke." he said curtly and I could feel a pair of eyes on me.

"Jeez, struck it rich it seems but no thank you. I am happy with my 9-5 job." I brushed it off with pride. Of Course it had to be, afterall I was a woman of my words.

"What you're just happy and not awesome? Why your boss doesn't give you a raise appraisal?" He snorted and bursted out chuckling until he kneaded his cheekbones with the pad of his thumbs and index fingers.

Man, the emerald gothic rings on his fingers are so... captivating and a turn on.

There was a time where after the trend of 'smoky-frosty' duo was done, folks and almost everyone at the campus jumped on the bandwagon and named us as the 'father-daughter' duo which felt so faux to me but now that I look at him, i think people were right about us.

No wonder the whole campus began to hail us, hype us, hoot over us, ship us and then sneer at us.

I can't believe that he somewhat looks like daddy to me. I mean not in that way but he is eligible to replace mr dad. So I could brag to the whole world saying look how stud my daddy is... Yucks, gross Erica.

Mind your delusions and keep your intrusive thoughts in your limits. I could easily reside in my delusional trance forever but noah snapped his fingers at me to bring me back from my zone. Rude jackass!

"Don't tell me you are wet just at the thought of your boss," he asked, his cackles filled my ears up and i groaned at the disgusting thought of it.

Why the fuck would I be wet thinking of that beast? I would rather prefer to draw out of the job. Steven is ugh but noah is just eww.

And and to sum it up, steven or noah they both aren't the only ones in the world. Their are still plenty of fishes in the sea. I highly doubt if any girl would ever be down for this shit--- only someone with a bad taste would do that or someone who is as crazy as them would be down for that.

Forget the fact that i have ever been wet down there except for books, maybe but other than that not a chance. Ain't no way imma be wet for anyone later in the future never ever.

"Not everyone is horny like you noah and even if I was, you don't get to choose who i get wet on so cut it out!" I said and jabbed him in his ribs. His pre-assumptions indicated how much of a playboy he was and how he didn't have an ounce of shame left in him.

In a world of guys, he wasn't a gentleman and that was for sure. He could never be a gentleman unless and until a woman of her dreams ruled him like a queen and i could be her cover in that.

I would love a girlhood someday. One of the wishes from my bucket-list is to be his wife's bridesmaid and that wish is yearning to be fulfilled and to be marked as check green tick mark.

"Ouch, it hurt erica. You didn't have to put me in my place. Who will I pick on from now on?" He nearly pouted at me. Sometimes I wonder if he's ever suitable to be the one representing masculinity.

Not that masculine guys are forbidden from doing adorable things but not noah. He makes it look so much more cringey and just dross.

I know i said that noah had his own phases and that he went from cute to hot but he could and he would go from hot to trashy real quick.

"I don't give a damn about it but just know that you don't get to pick on me from now ever." I flicked my gaze up to him to make sure he understood. I wasn't a child to play with.

"Roger that my lil frosty bestie," He said without missing a beat, his mouth pulled at the side of his mouth.

He's a bomb, is there anything that noah edwards can't do? I don't think so, he does everything so well and he makes it look everything like a child's play.

He's a king at that and sarcasm is one of his pawns. Infact, he considers every single emotion as his pawns.He can do things with his eyes shut.

So in order to make him the king, the throne must be entitled to him, in hell, because paradise is not his type, not his style and jesus won't let a manwhore enter his kingdom of heaven and i can definitely see why.

Guys like noah can only belong to hell and be slaves of the devil. Slim chances of him to go to heaven and it would be then a big no with a cocky smirk from his side.

I may not be able to decipher any boy maths but i could beyond any beliefs inculcate his boy math and that's what nearly two decades of friendship can do to you--- adapt to each other's style of living.

"What's with that lame and corny nickname anyways?" I furrowed at him, biting the insides of my cheeks. Bullshit! he very well knows that frosty nickname is one of my least favourite among his made up nicknames.

"It has been decades erica since I called you that so i thought why not." He shrugged and his why not sounded very much like ' hell yeah, I am calling you that to get on your nerves'

"Now that's understandable mr smoky," I hurled back at him, my gaze still flicked at him while i tapped my arms desperately waiting for his response since I know it hurts his pride or whatever it is inside of him that hurts his masculinity to ever hear that name from people. That is like a blare blast that fills his ears up.

"Cringey, Don't you ever call me that," he reared back with pure boredom in his tone, sipped his pumpkin spice latte, i think grande it was the size of the latte and he put it back in the cupholder.

Merely a fan of starbucks he is, he mostly drinks it so that he can gnaw the ice cubes up. Not my fault that he has iron deficiency.

He doesn't ever plan on to go and see a dentist because he is purely intimated by the dentist when he can flirt with the dentist and persuade her into falling for his charms and not get his cavities cured.

Talk of irony, he calls himself a grown up guy when he can't even binge horror movies without turning off the lights and without a cushion and duvet within his reach.

"At least Now you know why," I hissed without missing a beat, he bobbed his head side to side as our car came to a halt and jerked at traffic signal while he totally turned a deaf ear to my reply.

To pass my time until the signal was over my gaze wandered around the cars and bikers straddled over the road, admiring the beauty of different brands and models of the cars while I felt a jerk on the end of my ponytail as noah pulled it playfully while I whipped my hair over the shoulders and gave him an irritated glare that meant 'one more pull and you're so done for life'.

"Well anyways turn right now from three blocks down. My home is just about around there." I demanded, my voice literally went meeky.

"You changed your house, when was it? I don't remember your house ever being three blocks down? his curiosity perked up along with a crinkle on his forehead as he rotated the steering wheel with only using his left hand while he rested his right hand on the head bracket of my seat and took a right turn.

For some reason, I tend to simp for those guys who have mastered their driving skills or can ace up one's sleeve, I know same thing but ugh, one hand technique is so classy and the way noah did it was just... took my breath away.

"We shifted when you ditched me and went overseas to do god knows what?!" I scrunched my nose up, my whole demeanor brisked with rage although i regained my composure, refusing to lose my mind. At least not to noah.

"Hey, that's rude. I didn't ditch you---i just had some unattended business that needed to be taken care of." he defended, subtleness filled him up.

"Yeah whatever as if I care," I raked a hand over my sleek & bouncy hair. Cutting some slack for him.

Finally after a week I lathered my hair with shampoo and there wasn't an ounce of grease or frizz left in my hair, not yet, not until three days, a week or so.

"Look--- I apologise for what i did earlier but i swear, i didn't mean to hurt your emotions. Sorry my little frosty bestie. Don't be mad at me ever again. I don't like you getting angry at me. I feel just... left out. he again pouted, his bottom lip sticking out, his eyes down with the dumps.

I would've let him cast all his worries upon me only if he was a decent folk but he rather chose to let other patrons get to persuade him and let them give him loads of heads solely to let him feel pleasurable although he couldn't get enough of his insatiable desires.

But I would rather prefer to upset the apple cart than to spoil him for the worst. Soon enough the car then landed up in my neighbourhood with a screeching sound as it jerked.

"Apology accepted. But don't do that ever again." I casted one last glance at him before I unfastened my seat belt and ducked out of the car upholding bags and some things which were supposed to turn over a new leaf for the better but instead turned upside down today.

I will never ever forget this vivid memory--- this will forever be inked to my memory.

"Holy shit! Look at that lush ass. You have been working out lately?" He grinded his chin, his left hand still latched on the steering wheel just when he tapped his thumb on it rhythmically.

His eyes illuminated something, should I state it as pure fake lust or a spot on sheer hype?

It isn't the first time that he hadn't checked me out and flattered me with words that spontaneously rolled out of his tongue that was just some made up shit but he knew that it secretly enough made me feel a bit of a worthy women who was capable of pulling of guys i could barely imagine in my entire life.

And it also wasn't the first time that he hadn't checked out hot chicks in front of me as i said, partners in crime we'll always be.

But somewhere I deep down knew that his way of checking me out was more of a healthy flirting so i didn't bother much.

And I too knew that it was intended to make me feel a little better and it did that it at a stroke made me blush but internally, as i said, i wouldn't give in.

"You know what? Fuck you," I without a beat rolled out the middle finger, my temper frayed and a death glare that represented ' shut the fuck up before i shut it up with something to shove your ass up' to which he was supposed to keep calm or feel sorrow in his eyes but instead casted a victorious smile to me.

But he audaciously instilled my stoic expression anyways.

So it was time that I knew something was up with him in a way where he was so ready with whatever it was cooking in his mind and since the fall was here, wind left no room to batter us, so i turned around showing my back to him as i intended my way back to my house, withered leafs getting crushed underneath my sneakers and that is when he gave a honk to call out for my attention.

"I am always up for that my petite frosty bestie," He fucking did not just pulled out and flashed a packet of condom that too with a devious smirk imprinted on his face!

And fuck his stupid conscience for thinking that 5'4 is petite, not my fault that he towers everyone with 6 feet tall!

I barely sucked in a lot of mean words and cuss words which would frantically hurt him in all spaces of his body.

My upper lip then twitched up into the side of my mouth and my both hands slid out of my pockets to shove my both middle fingers up in the air.

I have had enough of him! So before I handed him plenty of time to kick up the backside anymore further, I flipped back my hair over my shoulders before i strode over to my house and i didn't felt the urge to send him off or something because i knew he was already gone when i heard his car squeal and vanish away in air in no time. Screw him for his pie faced crotch charisma!