Amy

I return to the library to meet my friends after the necessary processes and procedures had to be done with us...The WINNERS...and I somehow got used to the fact that I will be boarding the cruise in 2 days.

I look for my friends in the quiet zone and then realise that my friends are way too loud to even consider the quiet zone, so I walk towards the group work room, and spot them immediately.

They sit right at the front, and their voices are unmistakable. I run up to them and they become quiet when they spot me. I sit down on the empty chair opposite Sabby and next to Layla.

I stare at them and we remain quiet for a while. "I don't know what to say...", Sabby tells me. "Just tell me the truth, I won't be mad. ..I'm already over they mad phase", I ask, my voice stern yet polite and they know I mean business.

"Okay...", Sabby tells me, "Last week, when we were told to write our names on a piece of paper, and put it in the bowl...initially I didn't really think that you didn't intend on going on the cruise. I had already written the three of our names on different pieces of paper and stood in the line for putting the chits in the bowl , to save time, while Layla tried to persuade you to put your name in.", she stops and stares at me. I motion for her to continue.

" I was finally about to put our names in the bowl, when Layla rushed to me and told me not to put your name in. I was relieved that she came just in time so I put our names in and crumpled the piece of paper with your name... and mistakely dropped it on the floor. People behind me were very impatient and told me to make it fast, so I left, without picking the paper from the floor....uhmm... and I guess someone picked it up and put it in the bowl.", she told me.

I take a deep breath. "You irresponsible thing!", I scold, " I forgive you." She lets out a deep breath in relief and smiles at me
"I'm sorry.", she apologises.

"I told you that I forgive you.", I smile and we all laugh. "Anyways, I have a surprise for you", Sabby coos and I wink at Layla. Sabby pulls out a shiny gold pocket knife from her bag and her eyes shine from excitement. "Oh my gawd!", I whisper in disbelief.

Last week we passed a shop in town in which I spotted this pocket knife and mentioned how much I liked it. I didn't believe that she would actually get it for me. She smiles and I hug her tightly..."ohhh Sabby!", I say,"Thank you", she hugs me back and replies,"You weren't here for your birthday so...here's a belated gift."

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It's finally the end of this dramatic day and I get to go home and think of how to break the big news to mom. I don't know how she will react. I walk to the parking area which is now less busy as it is quite late. I try to stop myself from thinking that someone is following me.

I realise where I had parked my car this morning and am beginning to regret my actions. What if the person driving the yellow porshe (who almost took my life) is waiting to really take my life. Why did I have to get so angry? I walk to the extreme right end and spot my car and the yellow porshe........and......A guy sprawled on the edge of the porshe's bonnet.

I'm supposing he was the irresponsible driver in the morning. His neon boots are the first thing that catches my eyes yet again....yes...neon boots.

He lays lazily on the bonnet, his dark shades hiding his eyes. He has long legs and long, straight, dark brown hair, of shoulder length . I gulp the nervousness down my throat. The end of his tattoos on his neck is clearly visible from here.

I figure he doesn't notice me yet because his head faces away from me so I decide to quickly run to my car and drive away.

But, as I move and quicken my pace towards my car door, suddenly....impossibly...(I really don't know how)...he appears in front of me and blocks my way to my car. Is he  Superman?

I nervously stand still, glued to the spot. He slowly takes off his shades and his dark brown eyes bare into mine. I stare back appearing fearless, although I know how scared I am on the inside.

He whistles a popular tune and comes closer to me as I take a step back.

"You have messed with the wrong person missey.", his voice comes out in a harsh tone, yet I still notice how his manly voice matches his appearance. I stare for a moment and then reply angrily, "You nearly KILLED me this morning..."

He laughs. "C'mon you're as good as dead...It would have been a favour.", I feel my blood boil. "That", he points towards his parked car, "is my parking spot!"

I nervously take the words out of my mouth, "Why? Are you the owner of the campus?", I rhetorically ask.

"You can say that.", he whispers. His sharp facial features are now very clearly visible. He smirks when he notices me scanning his face. "I know, I am irresistible.", he states smoothly. "You are not bad either, beautiful! But you see, you are not my type."

My blood boils and I can feel the heat in my ears. I am about to explode. I had tried to control my anger, but there is a limit to everything.

"Mr MURDERER...shut the hell up. Bloody PARKING PLACE THIEF...", I shout unable to control myself. He stands silent. "Do you know who I am...do you know what I can do to you?", he tells me calmly.

"You don't know who I AM...but I do know who you are...an irresponsible driver who doesn't care about anything in the world besides himself. Even if it means killing someone over a parking spot.", I reply.

Contented with my answer and the fact that he doesn't have anything to say, I push past him, open my car door and start the car. "I won't forget this...you will have to pay for this missey...", he shouts. I open my window and reply.

"What can you do Mr MURDERER."

"Murderer?", he mumbles under his breath.  "You will see", he shouts back. I drive away, swipe my student card to leave the parking lot and I am off to home sweet home.

I have a feeling that Mr murderer would not leave it at that. He would seek me. Anyways, I have got other things on my mind.

Damn! I have to pack for the holiday.