Her Broken Bad Guy Angel

Ice Cold

Priscilla pov:

He started walking. There wasn't a shred of hesitation as I grabbed my bag and hurried after him, he was already moving up the path. I took one last look at David's face. He was livid, I knew if looks can kill I would be dead ten times over. He knew he couldn't touch me nor stop me again for the fear of Peter. He was twice his size, perhaps he presumed we were close and might hit him if he tried to stop me again. I don't care about his assumptions, anything beats staying with David here.

I quickened my pace to catch up to him, he was moving very fast.

"Wait up!!!"

His steps slowed just slightly, I caught up to him.

"Do you know what the time is" he asked

"It's half an hour past midnight "

He was right. It was really late, I didn't realize it was that late. I've wasted so much time with David, I tought. My mom would kill me, I wondered why she hasn't been blowing my phone up. I remember my phone was dead, I have an habit of leaving my phone charger behind. An habit my mom have reprimanded me for, my cellphone being unreachable in important situations such as this. I will have quite an earful today.

"Are you fearless or just plain clueless" he asked

I was bewildered. I didn't know what I was expecting but it definitely wasn't that.

"A bit of both" I said with a laugh, that died when he gave me that cold look again.

"Do you know how dangerous it is to be walking alone at night as a woman, anything could happen"

"Yes, I do"

"No I doubt, you wouldn't my be here if you do"

"Don't you have parents that would cautioun you from attending late night parties with a psychotic boyfriend, who would rather argue than take you home quite this late"

It stung a bit

"I was working and he's not my boyfriend" I blurted out

I was more concerned of clearing up the later and for some unhinged reason, I felt inclined to say it again.

"He's not my boyfriend "

"What kind of lunatic allow a minor to work this late" he asked.

He didn't make any comments of the new information about David I just gave him. He didn't care.

"I don't complain, the wages paid is quite fair"

"They pay fair enough to risk your life for" he asked

His pace quickened again, I was almost running after him.

"You are walking too fast" I said

" No, you are walking too slow"

"Perhaps you've lost the track of time"

He stopped abruptly in front of me. I also stopped to see why he did. He stared at me with a blank expression.

"Where's the way to your house" he asked

I felt so stupid, offcourse he didn't know. I realized we were at a crossroads, he didn't know which turn to take. I pointed him to the direction of the way home.

He walked in the direction. I hurried after him again. It was quite chilly outside, other than the fear of being harmed, there's a soothing feeling that comes with walking at night. Starring at the city lights, walking under the blinding lights of the street lamps, Feeling the serenity of nature at it's peak . There were still a few men left on the road walking seemingly aimlessly, they look menacing, I would freeze at the very sight if peter wasn't with me. There was still an underlying feeling of puzzlement; why did Peter offer to walk me home. I didn't bother to think about it earlier. I was more eager to get away from David.

"Why did you offer to walk me home" I finally summoned the courage to ask

"You will rather I leave you with him" he replied coolly still walking ahead

I walked slowly behind him, I knew it was a stupid question, he would have done that for anybody. I kept portraying myself as an i***t everytime I opened my mouth, perhaps I should just shut up and walk. I watched as his muscle flexed as he walked, he looked so handsome with his face fully illuminated under the street lights. My eyes kept drifting to his smooth silky hair and his smoothly shaved rigid jaw.

The silence was becoming akward and uncomfortable for me, I tried again.

"So, what are you doing outside at this hour"

No response.

Was it a stupid question, i tought.

"Are you exercising for the next football game" I cringed right after I said it. That definitely was a stupid question. His mom just died, football is probably the last thing on his mind. But sport is a good way to get over grief, it wasn't that a stupid question. He did have some jogging boots on.

I cleared my throat to cut out the conflicting voices in my head.

"It's quite a beautiful night, isn't it"

"Yeah" he replied coldly

His reply was so nonchalant, I regretted I asked immediately. It was such an hackneyed question to ask, I cringed I did.

"Communication goes two way you know " I told him

"I say something, you reply. That is how communication works "

He stared at me with a blank expression and continued walking

"You ought to contribute to a conversation "

"I don't have to, if I don't want to"

Perhap Janet was right, he is indeed a jerk. Who does he think he is.

"You are very rude" I blurted out

"That's a bad way to treat people you know"

"Yelling at people who tried to empathize with you and being rude for absolutely no reason"

He stopped to look at me with a blank look. I expected him to stop escorting me but I don't care, I've had it with him and I can walk home myself. I will be fine on my own, it's probably better than walking with a jerk who is making me feel so stupid about myself. But to my surprise he continued walking with me. Perhaps, he is also going in this direction but then again why is he still walking side by side with me trying to match my pace. I said nothing. I won't say anything to him again, why bother when he wouldn't reply. I can't believe I crushed hard on a jerk like him, it seems I have a curse of falling for jerks. David was the one who fell for me and asked me out, but it was technically the same. I won't make the same mistake dating another douche. I realized I was getting ahead of myself, there was never a prospect of any romance between us, he just offered to walk me home when I was in distress. He never offered me friendship nor a date walk. But nonetheless, he should contribute to a conversation, it was common etiquette 101. His voice jolted me out of my trance.