@roqher | Asked for a STARTER.
------SCREEEEEEECH!
"Jesus, shit!” Left foot was QUICK to slam down on the clutch, right releasing from the accelerator & hand FLYING to shift into neutral, before finally pressing down hard on the brake pedal & bringing the black BMW E21 to a screeching halt. Mere inches away from the STUPID BITCH who had decided ‘sitting’ (Practically splayed the fuck out) & smoking in the parking-lot was a good fucking idea. “Oh God.” Skull slammed back against the headrest & long spindly digits twisted the key in the ignition & KILLED the engine. “Shake it off, Em. You’re okay.” Brunette gave herself a minor pep-talk to help SOOTHE her racing heart, before TURNING HOSTILITY on the other.
“Ugh.” Climbing out of the car, she dropped the keys into her leather purse & slung it over a bony shoulder. Single look at the other told Emily EVERYTHING she needed to know. Was one of those pathetic lowlifes --- Unpopular. Probably a criminal. Rude. Uncultured. Unfashionable. (Literally the opposite of her in every aspect -- Aside from their clear affinity for the color black). “Here’s a concept for ya, sweetie. Maybe, oh I dunno, DON’T sit in a place where people might be tempted to run your ass over? Cause you look, like, really fucking “hit”-able and I’d have HATED to have to wash blood off my car.”
