Roadside Rumble || Qianneng and Haley
Another job interview, another dead end. Haley reached over to the dial and turned the volume up. It wasn’t actually making her feel better but she liked to pretend it was helping. It would probably have been more effective if it was a song she actually liked and not whatever the hell garbage ended up on the radio.
She huffed out a sigh and went to turn the station, but all sound was eclipsed by a large pop coming from her car. Her hand shot back to the wheel as she tried to control the bouncing, wobbly car. Shit, shit, shit.
Her heart was beating so fast it was hard to think clearly. Okay, car out of control but getting more in control. Wobbling on one side, loud pop, which means something is wrong with the car. Change lanes, get over to side, then evaluate.
Haley pulled onto the shoulder and then sat in her car a while waiting for the adrenaline to die down, taking long deep breaths. When she felt like she wasn’t about to jump out of her skin, she got out of the car to evaluate what the hell just happened.
It was pretty obvious as soon as she stepped out of the car. Popped tire. That explained it. She groaned to herself before she headed round to the trunk to go fish out wherever the hell the jack thing for the car was. This was clearly not her freaking day.
She paused halfway to the read of the car.
This spot looked familiar.
Fuck her life, this was the same stupid stretch of highway that she’d been pulled over on the last time she had car troubles. Well, they weren’t really car troubles so much as an accident courtesy of a banshee who was freakishly in denial and decided to run into her damn car.
Haley screamed through her teeth. Her leg swung back and she went to barrel it down into the tire but thought better of it mid-kick and pulled her foot out towards the side as it came down so that it wouldn’t hit her wheel. It resulted in her spinning and looking like an idiot as she tried to catch her balance and not fall over on the ground. Still, it was better than damaging the actual car wheel or making the tire even worse. That would have only made this all worse. Talk about the last thing she needed. Stupid hunter strength.
As much as she was annoyed that she couldn’t hit or kick anything right now without causing some major damage, that stupid hunter strength was about to come in handy. Jacking the car up was gonna be a breeze. Assuming she didn’t break the jack with her freakish superpowers. Haley took another long, deep breath, and found the stupid jack and proceeded to try and get the spare out. Of course, seeing as the car was a piece of shit, it didn’t want to budge. She figured if she tried to yank it out, knowing her current luck, the spare tire would pop or bend or something stupid. So attempting to be gentle it was. Now how does one do that?
There were a number of cars driving past her, of course, so she expected the sound of tires on asphalt and motors whipping past her. That didn’t bother her. What bothered her was the fact that there was a slow rumble of rubber on the road that sounded like it was coming from behind her. Her brows knit together and she turned around.
Sure enough, there was a car, pulling over. Wonder if he ran over the same stupid thing. No, his car looked fine, it didn’t look all lopsided like hers was. Which totally left more questions than it did answers.
“Is there are a problem?” she asked to the dude who got out of the car. Oh fuck, what if he was a cop? Wait, no, she didn’t do anything wrong for once. At least not that she knew of. “Cause this really isn’t a scenic pull off on the highway sorta spot.” So you better not have any murder-y plans because that’s not happening today.