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Chandrakant slammed the door behind her as she left the house. Better not to be there. She looked royally pissed off. And she was, too. Cursing angrily, she yanked a pair of keys out of her leather jacket’s pocket and fumbled them in her urgency to unlock the car. Managing to push the button several times, she pried the door of her mini cooper open. She’d gotten the thing out of pure luck, because her mother apparently thought bribing was the new way to go. Austin had bought the newly turned sixteen-year-old a brand new, bright red mini cooper. It was no convertible, but it was also no family secret that Abigail abhorred the idea of buying a child a convertible. Wee little AJ might roll it and break his neck. However, it was just fine if Austin bought Abigail a big, shiny convertible. Just not the children. Bitch.
Climbing in, she pulled the door closed and turned the thing on. Long strawberry blond locks fluttered around her face, giving her a much wilder look than normal. Without bothering with her seatbelt, she pulled out of the driveway and joined the light traffic in front of the house. This, she supposed, was one of the pros of living on the outskirts of a major city, traffic was not nearly as bad. It made her happy since she’d be able to make it to the club sooner. Perhaps it was stupid of her, but she hadn’t bothered with anything formal. The white camisole under her jacket and the dark, somewhat ripped jeans told the story of a regular high school kid, not the story of the punk girl who went to clubs illegally. A pair of beaten up black converse shoes peeked out from under the frayed edge of her jeans, which would again remind an observer of a teenager, not an adult. However, she might be able to pass as an eighteen-year-old if she was lucky and the bouncer liked her.
She turned her radio on and then scoffed when it wasn’t loud enough. Turning up the volume, she nearly blasted herself out of the car. Several other drivers glared at her. In retaliation, Chandra flipped them each the bird. It was her car and she’d do what she saw fit with it. Weaving in and out of the center of traffic, the mini cooper pulled further and further away from the heart of the city. Her reckless driving ticked several people off, each of whom appeared to be trying to scream at her, but they were only managing to turn their faces purple. The blond ignored them, singing along with her songs and pushing the speed limit past the breaking point. She was very, very lucky she’d never gotten caught.
The music the teen listened to sounded, to the educated ear, a lot like screaming and noise. Perhaps it was heavy metal, or perhaps it was something new called ‘screamo’, what with the sound so high it was impossible to tell. Yet, within the interior of the car, one could see the driver screaming the lyrics and dancing in place. Several adults shook their heads, others let off on the gas in a fit of fear. The girl never noticed, though she did keep an eye out for the police. She wasn’t stupid and she’d much rather not get arrested if she could help it. Of course, doing so would only further tick Abigail off…At the same time, she might lose her car…And that wouldn’t be good. No, better to keep from getting arrested at all.
She had finally left the majority of civilization when the storm that had been promising to arrive all evening finally released its rage on the poor mortals below. Chandra cursed. She didn’t want to slow down; she was going to be late as it was. On top of that, she didn’t have a date for Kari. The brunette was going to kill her. Quite literally murder and perhaps throw her body in a river or something. With a sigh, she didn’t let off the gas. At this point, the houses were few and far between and there was no one else on the road. Flicking her lights on high, she wrinkled her nose. Why the hell had her friends decided to go to a club way the hell out in the middle of nowhere? It wasn’t like they lived in a small community…But her friends swore that the club was the best they’d come across. So, she’d agreed.
Calming herself, she relaxed again. Her mind wandered once more over the age old question: why the hell did Austin buy her a mini cooper? Was it because she was so small? That was just plain lame. A small car for a small person. Others might find it funny, but being said small person the blond did not find it at all amusing. Rather, she found it somewhat irritating. She’d broken up with her last boyfriend because he’d made fun of her height. Then she’d beaten him up…He never came near her now, not even to sneer in her direction and she never paid enough attention to him to smirk at him.
Chandra had just rounded a rather large curve when she thought she saw a human in the middle of the road. She disregarded that impossible. That is until, two minutes later, she saw a flash of red hair and pale skin. Slamming on the breaks, she cried out, jerking the steering wheel to the left. “Shitshitshitshit!” When the car finally pulled to a stop, the force threw her body against the window and she groaned. That would bruise in the morning.
Yanking off her jacket and throwing it into the back of the car, she threw her door open and got out, already preparing herself to scream. “What the fuck did you think you were doing? Are you some sort of fucking smartass? Running around in the middle of the fucking night like some sort of shithead! You’re damn mother must’ve dropped you on your head, asshole!”
Stomping across the rain soaked cement to stand before the much bigger male, Chandra didn’t immediately notice that his feet didn’t quite touch the ground. Nor did she notice that her white camisole was now drenched and clinging to her torso in a very embarrassingly revealing fashion. “Fucking insane, I bet…You people should be kept in fu-” Cutting herself off, the petite female peered at the tall male. He looked rather….inhuman. “What the fuck…?”
She studied him, eyes roving over his figure, from his horns to his toes, which weren’t touching the ground. Shivering in the rain, she wrapped thin arms around herself and only then realized what her camisole had done. “Damn it!!” Shifting her arms, she covered her breasts as best she could. A lace bra had not been the way to go tonight. After a moment, she appeared to brighten. “I get it…You’re some celebrity from a movie, right?” For that split second, Chandra seemed so kind and inviting, until the thunderous glare returned. “Well you’re still a shithead!!!”
Catching one of his hands, she pulled down until she could reach his face. Cupping the stranger’s face, she studied him closely. And then one of her hands shifted, fingers dancing along the elongated shell of his ear. “So what kind of movie is this? And why the fuck are you floating?” Those dancing fingers continued up, up, up until they met the horns protruding from his red hair. “Amazing..It’s so realistic…I guess this is what cosmetics can do these days. Damn…”
Meeting his eyes again with her own fierce brown gaze, she frowned. “You must be lost…And you’re running around half-naked. Damn I really want to see this movie now.” Curiosity forgotten in an instant, she shrugged. “Anyhow, you’re going to come with me. After nearly wrecking my car, you owe me…I need a date for tonight.” Forgetting about her rather revealing shirt, she turned and began dragging him towards her car. She’d made many decisions by herself, not even bothering to ask him what he thought or what he wanted. After all, Chandra figured he’d want out of the rain, she sure as hell did. On top of all that, the teen didn’t even bother to explain that he wasn’t going to be her date, she just expected him to obey and follow her. Her long braid was plastered to her back, the stray locks that had fallen free earlier clinging to pale skin wherever they could find it. Her shirt was hopeless, she could only hope she’d be able to steal her boyfriend’s shirt when she got to the club or else she’d be stuck wearing her jacket all night.