Seven: Coincidence
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He was wearing a grey beanie, just like how he did when I saw him for the first time, a white shirt with a print 'cool kids don't dance', and dark jeans. He has a cigar between his fingers. I was fine... until his eyes landed on me.
For heaven's love.
Should I run? I want to move, because I do really need to piss. But my feet won't move, oh great. Maybe I'm already crippled. Yeah, cause my feet won't move. I'm crippled. f**k! How many times do I have to think I'm crippled? Damn, alcohol. But I'm not crippled.
His eyes were hooded, is he just like me? Tiddly as hell?
"So you do follow me," he said smirking like a retard.
"Shame on you, mister. But I live here. I don't actually. Just near here," I stated.
"I did not ask, did I?" oh, the arrogance is as high as the Empire State building. The smirk on his face didn't fade at all. My brows knitted together, this guy should be kicked on his arse. Like damn, he's arrogant as hell. Why do I have cuss too much?
Shit.
"Y'know what? Stop running after me," was he kidding? Of course, his voice is playful. But still, I got so darn offended.
"I don't! Okay? I guess we just have a small f*****g world."
"You think so?"
"Yeah."
"Why so?"
"What?"
"Small world? How?"
"Well, earth has seven huge continents, I’m from here and I guess you are, too. I lived in New York, and there I met you. I went back here, and here you are."
"Met me? Maybe it's what people call: destiny," damn that teasing voice of his. His smirk turned into a playful smile, and I can't help my cheeks from turning red. What is he doing? Deliberately teasing me?
"I don't believe in destiny, Zack. I call it, coincidence."
"So you call me 'Zack ' now? What are we– friends?"
I almost scurry inside the lavatory, this guy never failed to tear my ego, "Whatever."
"Whatever," he echoed. The corners of his mouth were slightly turned up; I can see that he was suppressing a smile.
“Who’s he?” Andrei suddenly chirped. I almost forgot he’s here with me.
“No one.”
My bladder. I need to freaking pee. I turned the knob then went straight to the toilet.
That’s when I felt heaven but not totally, because I was pissing with my ass on the air; careful not to touch the public toilet. After I finished, I took a look of myself; wiping the moist mirror with a cheap tissue. Holy sh...
"Isn't this great? I had a small chat with the demigod and I look like a f*****g s**t!" I totally exclaimed. My eyeliner and mascara was smudged around my eyes, creating a huge dark color around it, it almost seem like a black eye. My red lipstick had faded, living a bright tint on my lips.
I worked on my eyes, wiping off the stupid make-up. I look like a panda, but not cute. I let down my black hair, tucking the stubborn strands away from my face. I nearly unrecognized myself. My eyes red from crying, my chocolate brown pupil dilated. There were dark circles under my eyes, where did these come from? Exhaustion? Maybe. My lips were almost white even under the tint of my red lipstick, my face was pale. It seemed like I survived a zombie invasion or something...
A knock on the door made me jumped, "Excuse me, how long will you stay there..." I shut off my mind from listening to the irritating voice.
I went out of the washroom, looking around to see Zack. But he's nowhere to be seen, maybe he had left. But why would I even bother looking for him? Maybe top embarrass myself further. But I guess he’s a little funny. He’s not as bad as I think of him. Anyway, I think badly of people all the time.
I walked out of the bar. The chilly night air sent chills down my spine again. I shivered. Damn. Now, where should I go?
"Ugh!" I pulled the roots of my hair, "Think, think, think!" I paced back and forth. Maybe my money can cover a room for tonight. Then I'll figure out the rest tomorrow. I shouldn't have come here in the first place. This is very shitty plan.
"Hey," I saw Zack standing next to a car; A Bentley. Just like the Audi he has back in the New York, this also cost a fortune. This demigod is stinking rich. His eyes were still playful, and the way his tongue resting behind his teeth looks very attractive.
"What now, Zack?" I became irritated again. I was just looking for him earlier! Can I be more bipolar than this?
"Need a lift?"
"No, thank you."
"It’s not safe to walk alone, especially at night," he stated. He's right. I like the way he stated it in general fact, making his words as neutral as possible.
"I’m not going home yet."
"Where are you going then?” I can see that he was confused. Ugh, I don't want to explain myself to another stranger.
“It's a long story. Just leave me alone," I walked away, going nowhere. My feet hurt but I ignored it. I walked a few blocks, looking for a place to stay in. I'm lost. Not literally lost in this town, but lost in my own f****d-up life. My chest was heaving.
Someone grabbed me by my elbow causing me to shriek, it was Zack. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. We were holding each other's gaze for seconds then he let go of my arm.
“I didn’t mean to surprise you,” he explained.
"I told you to leave me alone," I whined. I'm dog-tired. My limbs are aching and there was a smarting pain in my head.
"I'll drive you home," he insisted.
"Thank you, but—"
"Why?"
"I don't want to go home," it was my turn to cut him off, "And it's not my home. Not anymore," I can feel the tears again. I blinked rapidly to restrain it from falling.
"Why?" his eyes searching the answers on my face.
"Oh, please," I shook my head in disbelief, "I'm tired. Explaining is the least thing that I would want to do."
"Do you have anywhere to go?"
I looked down. So what now?
"Do you have anywhere to go?" he asked with more force in it.
"I don't," my eyes were still on the ground.
"Come on," he almost drags me to his car.
"Where are we going?" I asked my voice so small.
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