Complicated

Chapter | 4 |

The car ride was mostly quiet, except for my constant giggles and the metal music playing softly. I leaned my head against the window, shifting my body to look at Liam. He looked confused, his brows were furrowed and his lips slightly parted, he had a gleam of uncertainty in his eyes. I felt an urge to reach over and touch his shoulder, and ask what was wrong but I denied it and pushed the feeling away.

"Stop looking at me." He muttered, averting his eyes from the road for a split second to make eye contact with me. The confusion was gone from his features but not his eyes. He seemed to be able to make himself look neutral when he wanted to.

I looked away, fixating my gaze on the road for a moment. "Where are we going?" I asked slowly, trying to keep myself from slurring. I managed to barely slur; just barely.

"I don't know. I actually have no idea why your in my car." He sighed, turning onto the freeway in the direction of the campus.

"You sort of put me in here, why?" I continued to pry for answers, even though something told me not to push for them.

His eyes darkened. "I don't like people who ask questions." He snapped.

I scowled at him. "Your the one who kidnapped me, you could be a murderer for all I know!" I shouted at him.

"Don't yell in my car or at me... Ever." He growled his hands tightening around the wheel so hard they turned white.

But, I didn't care about that. I was pissed off that this boy was being rude to me for no reason on my first day of school. My boyfriend broke my heart by leaving me and now this. College was supposed to be my escape, my time for fun and freedom not to be treated like garbage by some hooligan that I barely knew.

"I can talk how I want, where or to whom I feel like!" I continued to shout, raising my voice with every word until I was practically screaming at the top of my lungs.

"Not to me you won't!" Liam shouted just as loud, his eyes locking on mine. They were filled with this hysteria in them, insanity locked in those beautiful brown eyes. But behind all that I saw pain, felt tears of many nights and I wondered - who hurt him?

My mind was fuzzy, the alcohol in my system clouding my judgement. Before I knew what I was doing, I'd pushed to passenger door open. I could feel the wind cold on my skin, blowing my hair back like a flag behind me. Cars honked and people glared at me, freeway drivers in Los Angeles aren't very nice, but I wouldn't be either if some drunk girl opened her car door in the middle of a busy major road.

"What the hell, are you insane? Close the damn door!" Liam shouted at me.

I ignored him, closing my eyes. "I'll just get away from you then you jerk!" I shouted and flung myself out of the car.

The concrete was cold and hard when I hit, my head banging hard against it. My vision blurred and I felt my stomach clench, I was going to puke. I forced my arms to work, pushing myself into a sitting position just in time to see a large jeep truck advancing towards me at an accelerating rate.

My heart quickened but my body was frozen. I gaped at the car in horror, the driver was to busy texting away on her phone to notice me. She would hit me no doubt and I'd be dead, on my first day, I would be dead and gone. What would they say to my family? My parents warned me about alcohol and what it did to you, and here I was suffering the terrible consequence of neglecting their advice. Why couldn't I be a good girl and listened?

At the last minute, I was pulled hard forward. Pain shot up from my ran from the roughness of the person who'd saved me. Once again, I hit the ground hard, causing the world to spin and black blotches to appear in my vision. My stomach clenched and I leaned over, vomiting from the pain. Then I blacked out.

A few hours later, I woke up on a hospital bed. The smells of medicine filling my nostrils, I groaned and rolled over opening my eyes. Liam was sleeping on the couch in the corner, his arm hanging off the side and his legs hanging off the back. His lips were slightly parted and his face was neutral, twitching only a few times into a frown or a smile. His torso elevated slowly as he breathed.

I sat up, pain shot through my forehead and I let out a whimper. As soon as the sound escaped my lips, his eyes snapped opened and locked on mine, confusion filling them again. Something inside of me seemed to become upset that the peaceful look that was on his face before had now disappeared. I pushed the feeling away and reached up, feeling the bandage on my forehead.

"What happened?" I asked the pain of the injury and drinking taking over me.

Liam rose to his feet, adjusting his shirt but I was still able to spy a few abs before he pulled it down. He rubbed his eyes with the balls of his hands and blinked twice before looking at me. "You jumped out of my car on a freeway, banged your head and almost got run over. I saved you but you banged your head again. Doctor said your lucky you alive, two blows like that should've killed you."

"Oh." I muttered picking at my nails. "Thanks for saving me."

"Don't thank me, I only saved you because I don't want that cops asking around and finding that you were last with me. I don't need to be questioned for no reason," He paused. "If that wouldn't have happened, then I would've just gone home."

My eyes narrowed on him and I felt anger rise in my chest. "Fuck you." I snapped. "What're you doing here anyway you asshole?"

He shrugged and looked at me, my words having no affect on him. "I wanted to make sure you were a live, again the cop thing."

I nodded the anger whipping my insides furiously. "Fine, then get out. I'm fine."

He hesitated and then became neutral again. "Okay." He said and grabbed his jacket off the hook, walking towards the door. He stopped when his hand touched the handle and looked back at me, "I already paid for the medical expenses, if you need anything else call me." He said and walked out.

"I don't need your help!" I shouted after him then paused. "And I don't have your number!"

A few days later they let me out the hospital. My classes start next week so it's the perfect timing, I get back to my dorm about an hour after I get out. I never knew how hard bus routes could be to figure out until now, I really need to get a car, but I'd have to wait until my mom finds a way to get my 1990 Mazda RX-7 out here. Once it gets here then my life would be golden.

Lillian is in the dorm, laying on her bed with a few strangers. A girl with blonde hair sits at the foot, wearing a cardigan and an almost knee length skirt with black tights underneath and toms. A boy with dark brown hair and green eyes sat next to Lillian, dressed in a plaid button-up shirt and blue jeans, on his feet were moccasins. When I walked in they all looked up, staring at me like I was a lunatic.

"Where were you these last few days?" Lillian asks then notices the bandage on my forehead. "What they hell happened to you?"

The boy stared at me, his eyes sparked with interest, but he remained silent. The girl on the other hand seemed to be sizing me up, for what reason I had no idea.

I sighed, I guess I should explain myself. I don't want to seem like all I did was party.