The car screeched to a halt. Time slowed as Ariel jumped, rolled across the hood of the car, and promptly fell on the ground.
“Ow!” She groaned as she sat up.
“What the hell is your problem?” The driver of the car came out of his car. “It’s dangerous to jump on moving cars!”
Ariel picked herself up from the ground. She has a headache, her knee hurts, and this annoying guy is yelling at her. “It’s more dangerous to charge full speed at pedestrians!”
Joe was speechless for a moment. Most girls don’t yell at him. “Regardless, you shouldn’t jump on cars when they charge at you.”
Ariel game him an annoyed look. “If I were to punch you really hard right now, where would you rather I punch, your gut or you legs?”
“What?” Joe was surprised at the sudden change of topic. “Are you going to punch me right now?”
“No,” she paused, “though that is a tempting idea. I am merely pointing out that I would rather get hit by a car in the legs than in the stomach.”
“How about you watch where you’re going?”
“I was watching where I was going.” Ariel was getting mad. “When I stepped off the curb, there were no cars on the road. You’re the one that turned too quickly in your new BMW 645, and instead of stopping for pedestrians at the crosswalk, you barrel through and hit one. And when that said pedestrian, me in this case, tries to reduce the amount of damage both she and your nice car incurs, she gets yelled at by the very irresponsible, rude, and non-sympathetic owner?”
“But-“
“Sir, you have been in an accident recently, right? You scrapped your car against another one?”
“Yeah, how-”
“The person that repainted your car is not very competent; the coloring for the repainted area is off by about half a shade.”
Joe scrutinized his car, “I repainted my car, and I don’t see how the coloring is any different.”
“I don’t either.”
“What?” Joe looks perplexed, “then how –“
“Judging by the way you drive, it’s fairly obvious that you’re not a careful driver. I don’t need to remind you that you hit me with your car today, and it is within my rights to file a report. It’s relatively easy to get your license revoked sir, especially if you have had multiple accidents. Unless…” Ariel paused. “Are you driving with a suspended license?”
Joe suddenly felt like he was back in elementary school, when if he didn’t tell the truth, he was going to be punished severely. He nodded, and then realized what he just did, and shook his head profusely.
Ariel smirked, “then I suggest that the next time you choose to hit a pedestrian that you not yell at them. Though I must say, obeying traffic laws is probably a better idea. Have a nice day.” Ariel stalked off.
Before Joe had a chance to chase after her, a car honked. Joe’s car was blocking the road.
Joe aimed one last look at Ariel’s retreating back before getting in his car. What a weird girl. She doesn’t make any sense.
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“Ariel! I’m home!” Miranda yelled as she burst into the basement.
“Oh hey, how was your day?” Ariel asked while putting a giant band aid on her knee.
“Good.” She paused. “This is going to sound redundant, but that’s a huge bandage.”
“I know.”
“Aren’t you going to tell me what happened?”
“Aren’t you going to ask?”
Miranda rolled her eyes. “You’re such a kid… Alright, I’ll bite, what happened?”
“Well,” Ariel began dramatically.
Miranda threw her backpack at Ariel.
“Hey!” Ariel protested. “You’re injuring an injured person!”
“Could you cut the drama and just get to it.”
“Fine.” Ariel continued in a mock serious tone. “I got hit by a car.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I was crossing the street when a brand new 2004 BMW 645
Convertible, which is a really nice car by the way, turned too fast on to the road I was walking across and hit me.”
“Ouch.”
“I know! And the irresponsible driver yelled at me after too.”
“I didn’t mean you.” Miranda said dryly. “I meant, ‘ouch, poor guy.’ He must have been terrified when you verbally slew him.”
“Hey, I resent that!”
“At any rate, was he cute?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“It doesn’t. Was he cute?”
Ariel thought for a moment. “He was ok.”
“Cuter than Ge?”
“Why must you compare every guy I meet to Ge?”
“Because you’re the only person that doesn’t realize he’s madly in love with you. After all he’s done for us; I just want to make sure no one encroach on his territory.” Miranda grinned.
“Yeah, right.” Ariel scoffed. “You watch too many dramas.”
“So was Mr. Delinquent?”
“Was he what?” Ariel feigned ignorance.
“Was he cuter than Ge?”
“Hm… what if he was?”
“I’d be forced to kill him then.” Miranda feigned seriousness.
“You’re silly Mira.”
“I know.” Before Miranda has a chance to prod further, her stomach growled. “So what’s for dinner?”
“What’s your least favourite food?” Ariel raised her eyebrow.
“Celery? Ew!”
“Well, you’re in luck, because we’re not having it.” Ariel laughed.
“You’re so mean!”
“And it’s fun!”
Pouting dramatically, Miranda went over to the fridge to get food.
Ariel breathed a sigh of relief. At least she stopped grilling me about that guy. Mira can be so determined when it comes to my love life… or the lack of one. I hope she never thinks of asking me why, I don’t want to lie to her. Ariel got up. Though now that I think about it, that guy was kind of cute, a bit girly maybe, but cute.
