Save Me

Chapter 4

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Savannah

You know what, I'm quite enjoying the ride with Igor, I get away with silently terrorizing the guy. He sure deserves it after the attitude he gave me.

Lorna, the housekeeper lady, told me to wait by Igor's car, for he will soon come and give me a ride to my school.

It wasn't hard to figure out which one of the cars belongs to Igor, obviously the huge mustang pick-up truck. It certainly fits his whole unkempt cowboy image he is going for. I try to sooth my nerves, and just be natural. I was fully ready to make this work, but he had to ruin everything.

When I think about what just transpired between us, I feel an overwhelming need to smack this mountain of a man. I know I made my mind to try and befriend him and stop calling him names, but he is just impossible.

I still can't believe his attitude. So it goes without saying that I never rode a huge truck before, so I might have had some technical problems opening the car door.

Now, I don't know if it's because of my lack of strength, after all I have no muscle tone due to my disease, or there must be a trick to open it.

What's important is that Yeti had such a diva moment. He came over and pushed me aside with his massive body. The only way he didn't right on flat me was because I scurried out of his path, total jerk move.

I wish to say that was the end, but dear old Igor after opening the door he huffed at me, yup huffed. Which obviously translates in ''You're an idiot'', I can't believe the nerve on him.

I already figured that he is into cave man behaviour, but don't be straight up rude. So yeah, my payback is well deserved, and by payback I mean I'm calmly staring at him while he drives. Now, I avoid looking at his face, because I don't want to give him a good solid argument to call me out, but oh boy I'm putting the rest of him under microscope.

His hands are so cracked, and dry it hurts looking at them, what exactly is he doing with them? He sure doesn't fit the stereotypical image of a big CEO?

Bingo! I see him tightening the steering wheel, yup I'm getting to him, good. I know by doing this any hope to be in his good grace has vanished, but I just can't stop myself. Now, what's next? Yeah, let's go for clothes.

Igor is already a mountain, why in the wold would he wear such baggy clothes is beyond me, and don't get me started with the colors and patterns. Does he dress this way to annoy his father? I wonder what his work attire will be in the office. A funny image of him in a red suit popped in my mind, I stifle a laugh. Sorry, but I just can't imagine him as the fierce businessman Artie has praised him to be.

Movement has caught my attention. Igor has started to unzip to some degree his ridiculous fur lined coat, exposing his shirt. I can make out all kinds of geometrical shapes on it, is that supposed to be a sort of ''inner joke shirt''.

I'm not trying to be a judgemental monkey, but he is loaded, you would expect the man to have some style. I mean his father sure knows how to dress, and yet the son is just a mess. Unless he is doing it on purpose to embarrass me at school. My breath halts, what if I'm actually right. He might not want to argue with his dad, after all Artie kind of blackmailed him, but that doesn't mean he can't make my life miserable so I will tell Artie to stop this arrangement.

Ok, calm down Savannah, maybe I'm just overthinking. I try to regain my composure, but him tapping the steering wheel, sure is distracting, fortunately we finally arrived. Those forty something minutes really drag.

I quickly get out, not wanting to get another scorning look from moody Yeti, but when I hear his door opening and shutting, I'm like what now? I decide to be brave, so I raise my head as much as I can and pin him with my eyes. Bring it on! To my surprise he avoids my gaze like the plague, choosing to look at the ground. Ok, point for me.

'Eight, here.' The big guy utters this two words and just walks out on me, typical Yeti behaviour. Unfortunately I need him, so I swallow any mean retort. I don't wait to see him gone, I just start walking to the main entrance.

I really wasn't expecting to have courses in the second half of the day. I'm not that thrilled with this high school scheduled, being a small building, seniors start classes midday. Explaining this to me, mister Artie decided is best not to take the bus, as the house is quite isolated and no public transport will go close to it. In the end I just have to ignore mountain man, and get it done.

Enough about Igor, I take a big breath, I gather my thoughts, and start walking towards the only high school I'll ever know.

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