Damn that idiot brat. Damn her. Damn to hell and beyond. How dare she do this? To me! To me of all people. Damn her. Damn me...
Something flashes up dark against the headlights of my car. I slow down a little, knowing that I'm already going far too fast in this accursed weather anyway. Driving myself into a lamppost is one thing, running over pedestrian is an-
A pedrestrian. There are actually people stupid enough to be out on the street in this weather?
"Oh for- you're hopeless. You know that don't you?" I snap at myself as I pull over beside the drenched man, "You are far to helpful for your own damn good." I quote her from earlier. Helpful. Hell and damnation.
The poor guy looks like he's going to dissolve any minute.
"Headed anywhere I know?" I ask. Helpful. Well, it's probably better than racing around getting into a road accident. Probably.
Helpful, she said. A nice guy, she said.
And what the hell is wrong with being 'a nice guy'.
I'll tell you what the problem is. Nice guys don't act like a jerk towards their woman's new man. Nice guys don't swoop in while the woman they love is on the rebound. Nice guys get rewarded, but they don't ask for what they really want.
"Uh, yeah," He says awkwardly, glancing off at something in the woods.
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