"I can't believe you forgot to refill your tank!" I screamed at Ethan while slamming the door behind me. "I mean, who doesn't fill up their tank when it's practically almost empty? Oh I know, a stupid idiot who is trying to get a certain someone a record!"
"Wow, we sound exactly like a married couple!" he grinned again, but I was not having it. "You think I intended this? Now I'm stuck with you! Haven't I told you lately that you are wacko?" Ethan yelled at me, equally enraged, and pointing a snobby finger at me. I spun around at him, gave him the finger, and stalked off. "I thought I said PG!" Ethan called after me. I just took a shaky breath and continued.
Ethan's P.O.V
What a crazy beeyotch... was my thought as I stared after her outline in the setting sun. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. 'You are bipolar!' Her voice echoed through my head. I chuckled darkly. She had no clue.
I leaned against the hood of my car and crossed my arms. Why did I have to be my stupid, teasing self and drive us all the way out of civilization? God, I didn't even know where we were. Perhaps a couple of miles away from-
My thoughts were interrupted by the pumping of loud music and the obnoxious voices of high voiced girls in the distance. I squeezed my eyes shut before turning around and facing my worst nightmare. In a pink convertible were three girls with blonde hair flying with the wind. My shoulders sagged and I sighed warily. Time to charm these chicks into a ride. Why does my life have to be a pain in my arse? How's that for distinctly british Richi?
"Hey, babe, need a ride?" The high pitched voice slice at my ears and I cringed. Why me? I opened my eyes and stole a glance at the car and its passengers. I smiled.
"Nah, I can have a 'ride' anytime I want." I added another dazzling smile. The girls glance at each other mischievously.
"We meant a car ride sicko." The blonde in the back retorted.
"It would be our pleasure to help out such a handsome stranger." A girl added with a chest that was too large for her own good. She obviously fit the label 'dumb bimbo' swimmingly well. I smirked.
"I don't know. You see I'm with someone and when she comes back I need to be here."
"Oh don't worry, we'll get you back in a jiffy." The last girl chirped, who was eyeing me in a manner that almost made me gag. I turned back to where Richi had gone. This beeyotch better be nice to me after this or so be it I will-
"So are you coming babe?" I turned back around to see three set of eyes trained on me. I smiled, if she called me 'babe' one more time...
"Sure."
Richi's P.O.V
God, I am so selfish. Why in Christ's name would I walk away from Ethan? Now I'm stuck in a dark surrounding with no knowledge of a general direction to go.
"Hoot, hoot." I jumped at the sudden noise, but realized it was just an owl. Wait, why would an owl be in place like this? Oh my god. Alarmed, I glanced around, straining my eyes to see anything in the darkness. Suddenly, bright light was set on me. I covered my eyes and blinked frantically, not used to the brightness.
Then the thought struck home. Oh my friggin' god. I turned around and sprinted away from the headlights of a car. In my head I pleaded to not get raped or anything in that matter. I heard a voice, but I ignored it and kept running like my life depended on it and in this case, it did.
Then I heard the loud hum of a car speeding forward. Oh Jesus Christ, please!
"Richi, Richi! Stoppppp!" A voice called and surprisingly, I did. I turned around to see the car approaching me. I readied myself for another sprint. The window rolled down for me to see an exasperated Ethan.
"What the heck Ethan?!" I screamed at him at the top of my lungs.
"Me? Why were yo' runnin'?" He slurred.
"Huh, let's see. It's dark, I'm alone, and then...Oh my god are you drunk?" I said while quickly getting into the unlocked door.
"It's your fault for walkin' off like the diva you are, wifey. I hear this is'waz husbands do when they wifes-ies leaves 'em."
"I can't believe this. You're calling me a diva when you're sitting there drunk out of you're freaking mind."
"Waz that s'pose to mean?"
"It means you're a rude, conceited, bipolar, drunk jerk!"
"Well for your info'mation, you'da still been here in the dark and all 'lone, if I hadn'ta taken upa ride with these bim-bos."
"Uh, 'scuse me?"
"I'm sayin' I road an hour or two with bim-bos clingin' on me like I'm uh...ly...lycr...tape. Just to get us outta this sit'iation. 'appy?" Anger soon etched into his voice making him sound very intimidating while also slightly hysterical. I crossed my arms and frowned. It was silent for awhile.
"I'm sorry." I said finally, before cracking up. "I didn't understand a word of that."
I took the wheel, giggling to myself while Ethan rode in the back seat confused.
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"So..." I trailed off, blowing out through my mouth.
"Yeah... I think I'm gonna be sick." Ethan said matter of factly.
"Again, I'm sorry I blew up on you. Just had a serious girl moment then, but wait. If you puke get out of this car! Any of that nasty stuff gets on me and I'll whip your behind back across to Britain." Ethan looked green, but he held in whatever it was yearning to be let out. "The sad thing is, you wanna know something? This is probably the highlight of my whole entire life living in this horrid town ." I shut my mouth immediately. Ethan arched an eyebrow. Oh great, no going back now. Ethan's not going to let me hear the end of this, if he remembers, he's so wasted...
"Well, um, okay?" Ethan furrowed his eyebrows. I breathed a laugh.
"Go puke your guts out. I'm sure your thousand dollar grass will enjoy it."
"I don't know what you me-" that's the moment he finally blew.
"Oh no, whoops." Ethan groaned. With that I opened the door to the passenger seat and stepped out. I slammed the door shut and began walking towards the dark patio, completely disgusted.
"Hey, Richi!" Ethan called out. I turned back around. "Bye." I smiled.
"Bye, you big doofus."
*NOTE
so i know this might not be very interesting, but next chapter it gets a little u know, more enticing. well actually maybe not, depends. it gets a load better as it goes along. TRUST ME!!! ok well enough of my rambling, COMMENT @ VOTE!!!!!!! (perty pls w/ a cherry ontop, and if i feel like being nice i'll add chocolate. :D lol)
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