Colliding Again

Just Enjoying (Hating) My Life

Ada Lynn's POV-

Sunny days.

I love it. Not the sarcasm.

I can't stand under it more that 2 minutes

Tanned skin is like dream come true but sitting with sun blazing your sun is a big nah!

But here I am going on a so called beach date with him

Just for four months more. Just four months.

I'm so tired to explain why the hell I'm on beach.

Just remember it's all my mom's doing.

Just the thought of me under sun and my body burning is triggering me.

And Vincent is not helping either

He is literally scoffing everytime he sees me.

Like I'm the cause of his unknown miseries

Throwing the perfume in the suitcase as the last one, I managed to shut it somehow.

"Oh for the God's sake stop doing scoffing shit for once" I rolled my eyes as I open the roof window of car.

I'm being less polite these days.

"Shut that down" For the first time he actually spoke.

"No"

"Yes"

It's such a nice weather.

So what if he is a freak and does not like nice weather?

It was a very bad decision to let me and Vincent go alone on a car ride to the beach.

Tell my mom.

Vincent has to be the stubborn ass. He close the roof window.

I huffed to myself.

One hour passed.

Two hour passed.

Alright we lost the way.

I should not have drove the car.

I looked at Vincent with uncertainty but not him.

He know he wants to murder me right here.

"You never told me the way! "

"There is google map for reason"

"But you never noticed I was going wrong way."

"You were the one who was driving"

"But you could have warned"

"Fuck " He murmed to himself running his fingers in his silky hairs in anger.

When I tried to start car, it only gave me little starting sound and go off.

Great!

Now there's no fuel.

When I tried to phone someone so does Vincent, there is no signal.

My eyes pooled up.

I'm about to cry

I'm about to cry.

I don't care if he saw me like this.

My main concern is I'm going to die right here in these woods and no one will ever knowww.

"Would you stop damaging my ears? " He annoyingly asked.

"It's called crying you bas—" I screamed before crying again.