Misty couldn't sleep last night.

Misty was boiling and burning. Her emotions were on fire. She wanted Gary dead. She wanted to pin Ash against the wall and suffocate him.

Though, she knew he was a stranger and she was never going to see him ever again, so that reassured her a bit — or not — well she wasn't really sure.

Ash mocked her. She wished he could just root in hell. He may have saved her life but that didn't have anything to do with her being a girl, right? Right!

"It has nothing to do with me being a girl..." Misty mumbled to herself, drinking her third cup of coffee. She was having troubles waking up as she barely got some sleep last night, and since she volunteered to teach refugee women English every morning this summer, she needed the max of her energy.

The twenty three years old young woman had a very full schedule this summer. She dedicated most of her time to volunteering in hospitals and schools, and helping people — well, women. Misty didn't do anything free for men nor did she volunteer to help them in any way. Those stinky creatures don't deserve it. Her sisters were telling her she was overdoing this 'men-hate thing', but they're not the best models to follow. 

"Ugh! I need to stop thinking too much." Misty got up and reached for a drawer in her kitchen. She grabbed two Oreo packs and placed them on the table. She opened both and started eating them. Both men and women eat a lot when they're stressed, right? It certainly didn't have anything to do with her being a girl, right? Right!

Misty sighed heavily and got up. She was having troubles leaving the breakfast table before finishing the Oreos, so she stuffed them inside her bag and rushed quickly to her restroom to brush her teeth.

She left the bathroom in a rush trying hard to avoid staring back at her reflection or looking at the scale. That thing gave her nightmares, and it WASN'T the case because she is a girl, just saying. Men are scared of scales too, right? They have body image issues too, right? RIGHT.

"Okay Misty, calm down. You need to focus today..." the redhead told herself as she left her apartment and closed the door. She used the stairs because she felt better about herself that way.

The redhead was panting hard by the time she got to the building entrance (and she had to stop for a rest twice. She lived in fourth floor). She knew she was overweight by twenty pounds or so, but who cares about her body anyway? She had no boyfriend to look good for, and she was glad — yes, glad. Okay, not really. She knew she had to do something about it... someday. 

Misty straightened up and sighed. She was still feeling her heart beat fast. She tried to ignore it and left the residence. Her eyes shot wide as she saw that damned sports car pulled over on the driveway.

"Hey Misty!" Ash called as he got out of the driver seat. He closed the door. "Heeeey!"

"Oh my God..." wait no — why was she feeling nice? No, this is wrong in so many ways. She should not be feeling happy about this! Where are her principles? She's supposed to hate guys and wipe the floor with their butts. She's not supposed to be friends with them.

Misty tried to ignore him and started walking away from the building. She felt Ash walking behind her.

And this weird, nice feeling — it was back again.

"Ugggh! What do you want from me?" Misty turned around and stomped her foot against the ground. She noticed how Ash was smiling and looking at her amusedly.

Misty could see his face features and his body very clearly now. He was wearing a black tank top and khaki shorts this time. His legs were toned too, and he had brown hazel eyes. He had a beard, but only a slight one. Misty could tell he was her age.

"What's so funny? Huh?"

Misty certainly did not just think he had beautiful eyes, did she?

"Hey Misty, can I take you to lunch today?"

"NO!"

The nice feeling again. It got stronger.

"Please? Pleaase? I really like you."

It was getting stronger and stronger. Misty had to stop it. "No! You're a jerk! I hate you!"

"I was just messing with you yesterday. Please Misty-... ?" Ash pouted in a childish manner. Misty did not know why she got this weird, ticklish feeling in her stomach. She was feeling ridiculous in the stomach.

He pulled up a card from his pocket and looked at it.

"Oh yes — Williams! Misty Williams! I found this in your trunk. I'm keeping it." Ash put back the business card inside his pocket. So that's how he figured out her name. He stole one of her business cards when he got out the spare tire from her trunk.

"You had no right to touch my stuff! You heard me?"

Why did Misty like the attention? She wasn't even supposed to give this jerk time and speak to him — and waste time speaking to him. Why was she feeling as if something was holding her back?

And this feeling of self-consciousness... it was embarrassing. How could she dare think if she looked good? How dare she!

"You owe me anyway."

"HEY!"

"So, you're a nurse, hum? That's hot!" said Ash and chuckled. He then bit his lip.

"You—you—you..." Misty could barely breathe. She was mad at herself; she was supposed to feel offended but instead, she was feeling great and awesome. It was that feeling; it keeps getting stronger...

Misty gasped when Ash leaned forward a bit closer, but she didn't step back. It was that thing again; it was holding her back from reacting.

"I have a major in accounting. Not too exciting as a career if you ask me, but I can work from home, darn it. It's cool. Do you want to see what I do someday? You can come to my place—even if I'm a vacation right now. Have you even visited Pallet town? It's where my parents-"

"No, no and NO! I don't care and I didn't ask! Now bye!" the redhead snapped and turned on her heel, walking away again. She could still feel Ash behind her, but he wasn't following her.

Why the hell Misty was hoping he was going to stick around?

No, she was sick.

Misty was sick.

She needed some Oreos, and that's certainly not because she's a girl, right? Right!

To be continued. 

Dedicated to losermistyx because she loves Oreos xD