“If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.” — Heathcliff Earnshaw.
Before I could even give him a reply, he had already stormed out of the building and I heard the huge slam of a metallic car door outside the premises. Woah, what was that about? This dude hated me for no fucking reason. I felt a pang of hurt pool in the pit of my stomach making my chest clench, but ignoring it, I hung my head down and headed outside.
Once I was out of the building, the hot summer breeze hit me in the face, when my eyes flickered to the blue mustang which had pulled infront of me. I glanced at him from outside the car, his stern grey eyes fixed on the road, his strong jaw ticking with restraint. Crouching his head down, his fingers wrapped around the handle of the car door, unlocking it and kicked it open.
My eyes narrowed to slits at this uncalled for anger, but my words died in my throat as I remembered that he was giving me a ride. My irritation was quickly building up, and I had to count backwards from one to ten, in order to avoid causing a verbal outrage. Vehemently, I stepped inside the car, shutting the door while I adjusted my position, making myself comfortable.
His jaw tightened even further when I refused to look at him, and preferred to look out of the window instead. I could feel the cold grey eyes burning holes at my back, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction by offering him to take control over every situation where he and I were to come together. What a dick. I hated him more than I could put it to words. His musky cologne was filling in the insides of the car, muddling my head with wayward thoughts again. Fuck, I needed to get laid. Oh yeah, there was Jeremy. Finally after what might seem to be hours, there was a loud rumble of the car engine, as the vehicle started moving. I could still feel the unmistakably intense gaze of his upon my side, to which I scoffed and turned to confront him.
“You may as well look at the road, and not at me. If you don't wanna die and kill me along with you, that’s on that.” My words were sardonic, and I saw his jaw tense noticeably after he gritted his teeth. What exactly was his issue? Not that I wanted to know, but I'd actually be owing him a favour for this hell of a ride. He flared his nostrils, closing his eyes for a second.
“Can you please stop talking? You're detestable.” He seethed through his gritted teeth, the night heat sizzling between the short distance that separated us. God, was he a sane man? Surely didn’t seem so. Glowering at him, I chose not to continue this nuisance of a conversation duly understanding that it would lead us to nowhere.
Focusing on the view that the window of the car offered, I found solace in the aesthetic night life here in LA. The clubs and bars had their names written on the top of their building with huge neon lights, and I could see drunken people getting out of them with their unstable, staggering steps, often landing on their partners and giggling uncontrollably.
It was well past midnight and people were scarcely scattered here and there. Fatigue dropped on my person as suddenly as a dead weight, and I gave in to it. My eyelids felt like they couldn’t bear any more, and my head slid over to the window, using it as a prop to rest myself.
“Tobias.”
“Tobias.”
“Tobias Harris!” Eyelids fluttered open at the familiarity of the deep, husky voice calling out my name when they adjusted to the sight in front of them. I jumped up at once, recognizing the surroundings beside the car. Oh damn, my apartment was here. That insolent bastard was looming over me, with a strange look in his eyes.
“There’s a meeting of the swimming club tomorrow. It’s important. Do come and try to obey whatever I tell you to.” That expression was quickly replaced by his usual suffocating dominance.
“No, you don't get to tell me what to do.” I snorted, retorting back with a swift biting reply, when I saw him scoff at my comment. This was funny to him? Such a fucking idiot. How did I get stuck with this kind of an asshole?
“I gave you a ride, you fucker. Of course I'll tell you what to do. You owe me one and don't you forget it.”