Miss Troublemaker
Sometimes stuff makes you do despicable deeds. As of this moment, I am dumbfounded by the leather jacket held out to me. If I were not soaking wet, shivering with a cold, and going red due to fever, I would happily waste his attempt at being a gentleman. His biceps twitched as he held out the jacket further while he pitched his voice. How dare he command me? It can’t be possible that my wavering hands are reaching out for the jacket that is drenched with the scent of pure leather. Maybe my hands are naive or my vision is blurred or my senses are blocked as I am reaching out for something out of reach. I shut my eyes. Maybe I am just dreaming. Suddenly he wraps my shoulders with his jacket. I want to take it all in: the warmth, the pleasure, and the gist. All of his kindness seems to be a fantasy. Am I still alive? The warmth brings on realization and my eyes snap open. What am I doing with my enemy by my side?
Icy cold death stare
Olive's Pov
I finally realize that I escaped a fatal accident, but the shock was so huge that I lost balance and went sprawling to the ground.
I can feel a sting around my ankle and wrist. I landed on a hard concrete floor maybe I have fractured some bones or caused bruises.
I breathe heavily; finally letting my lungs inflate to the full.
I roll onto my side, and slowly push myself to a side sitting position. I struggle to stand up.
The driver's seat door swings open as a man steps out of it.
"Are you alright?"His warm voice echoes around me while he lays out a hand in front of me.
I get a hold of his warm hand and push myself up using all of the strength left in me.
My legs have gone numb. To prevent from swaying I take a moment to balance myself while holding onto his hand.
"Ahem" a throat clears behind.
I look across to see another man resting his back on the car door. Certainly he is the boss and the one I am holding onto is the driver.
I try to process why that man seems cross.
"Oh!" I realize I am still holding a man's hand, "I am sorry" I say quickly and withdraw my hand from the embrace.
Did the man behind got jealous? Is he mad at me that I jumped in front of his car? Am I going to be punished?
Random thoughts start running wild in my head then I suddenly recall what was happening.
I look around but can't find the man who was following me.
"Are you done putting up a show?" a cold deep voice reaches my ears.
The man in front of me says "I hope you are alright miss, if there is nothing else please step out of the way, I must get going. We are getting late."
Uh? Are these people crazy? It was a near death experience for me. I am already so traumatized and badly out of energy.
Instead of helping me voluntarily and asking me what happened all they want is that I stop being an obstacle in their way.
It's useless to talk to the man before me so I march to the man leaning behind.
In a show of defiance I cross my arms and try hard to prove I am displeased by this rude behavior.
He simply gives me a cold shoulder.
I tug at his sleeve to get his attention.
After a few efforts, he finally bothers to turn around.
A gasp quickly escapes without my consent. The face…
He is the same man I ran into in the café. To whom I proved myself crazy, the one who got stomped.
I have embarrassed myself once before him and now here I am about to repeat the same mistake again.
I dissolve all the stubbornness I've been harboring and shift my stance.
Did he recognize me? But that can't be possible as I was disguised as a man.
Maybe if I pretend I don't know him things will be much easier to deal with.
After all there are many doppelgangers in this world.
He gives an icy cold death stare, inching one eyebrow.
I must have been staring at him for a long time.
It's frightening but I gather the courage to speak.