The Cure to My Scar

Breaking Rules

I can't believe what's happening right now. I'm in somebody's car, driven by someone drunk, not knowing where are we going. How can I ride this car voluntarily without thinking properly? This is insane, Margarette. You are insane!

But before I could fully grasp my unthinkable situation, I was in awe and quite confused to see him stop in front of a convenience store. He didn't say anything and he just ride off the car. I was about to ride off as well but he just looked at me intently as if warning me not to make any move. And for some reason, I obediently do as he told. Something I never realized I am capable of. I am used to being dominant but for some reason, I feel like I've been under the spell of this young man.

While patiently waiting for him to come back, I look around his car and I can tell that he is quite neat-freak. His car is unbelievably clean and neat compare to mine. I even looked at the back seat and saw nothing unusual. But this cute little teddy bear caught my attention, something I never thought he's into. I doubt it's for the girls he's been bringing home. It feels like it's a kid's stuff bear.

I was staring at it when he suddenly opened the door on my side. I gasped in shock but he just stare at me blankly without feeling sorry for startling me.

"What are you looking at?" He traces through my eyes where I've been looking at and saw that I was looking at the bear in the back seat.

"It's not mine. It's my sister's." He said nonchalantly.

Then he gave me a plastic bag with some stuff in it. And when I checked what's inside, I was in awe to see some band-aid and ointment. I looked at him after I checked what's in it and he just looked at me with the same poker face he wears. This is confusing. He was treating me with cold shoulders all this time yet he's giving me some stuff for my feet. Nonetheless, I accepted it wholeheartedly.

I was trying to put the ointment on my heel and massaging them for a moment. I didn't realize that my feet were so swollen for standing that long.

He was looking at me while sitting in the driver's seat. I took a glance at him but he is so focused on my feet. I wonder what's going on in his mind.

I was continuously massaging my left foot when he suddenly come closer to me. Seeing his handsome this close made my heart skip a bit. Why is he suddenly coming so close to me? Don't tell me he's gonna----

"I can't stand your foolishness anymore. You can take this out and make yourself more comfortable." He said nonchalantly as he removed the seatbelt on me.

"Ah..oh... I see. Haha. Why didn't I noticed that? S-sorry about that." I stutter as I feel ashamed thinking he was about to kiss me.

I suddenly feel parched from that shameful thought. I can't believe I am encountering a lot of humiliation today because of this snob. I looked out of the window as I feel like I can't stand any humiliating scenario anymore. But for some reason, I heard him chuckled for the first time. I looked at him and caught him smiling while looking away.

D*mn that dimples. He is so freaking handsome and has attractive dimples on top of that. No wonder he is such an a$*h*le. He has all the right to be so. He is so tall and has such a great physique. No wonder girls are so into him.

I put back my seatbelt as soon as I'm done dealing with my feet and cleared my throat as a sign that I'm good. How I wish we could have a proper conversation before this night ends.

Despite my given signal, he remained seated and didn't move even a bit. He just looked at his phone as if waiting for someone. I wonder if who he was waiting for.

"Ahm... Are we... waiting for someone?" I asked hesitantly, hoping that he will answer my question properly but he just nodded in response.

Why the h*ck am I still hoping that he will gonna change. Stop feeding your mind with false hope, Margarette!

"I'm waiting for the driver. I'm still on my right mind. I don't wanna kill myself by drunk driving." He said while leaning his head on the steering wheel.

I looked at him intently and observes what's going on with him. I thought he will gonna drive throughout on his own and never thought about the hired driver.

He looked at his phone again and stepped out of the car. He walks towards me and opens the door.

"Move to the backseat if you want to have a comfortable ride. Unless you want all eyes on you."

At first, I thought he is talking nonsense but then I realized that he is concern about me. Wearing this type of clothes may be eye-catching for some and he's right, that can make me feel uncomfortable having unwanted attention.

I immediately ride off and walk towards the back seat. But I was surprised that he sat right next to me as soon as he gave the car key to the hired driver who just arrived.

"Where are you living?" He whispered while we are sitting side by side.

"H-ha?" It's all I can say. I heard what he asked but I don't know why I responded that way.

"You don't wanna tell me? I'll drop you home before I go home. It's not because I wanna know about it or stalk you." He said.

"Ah...Oh. Just drop me on 5th Street." I said.

Oh my, Margarette. You are exposing yourself too much to this young man. You can just say to drop you somewhere and go home on your own. Why do you have to tell him everything?! Now, you're even breaking your rule number 1.

I remained silent all through the ride. It's just thirty minutes ride from the pub but I feel like it is a long ride for the two of us. I clasped my bag tightly as I feel nervous for some reason. Maybe because he is sitting so close to me. I don't know.

I was about to take a glance at him when his head suddenly glides and lean on my shoulder. My eyes were wide open from surprise and gulps from nervousness. I don't know what to do nor what to say. I wanna wake him up but for some reason, I don't want to at the same time. I don't disturb him sleeping until I arrive at my destination.

I move slowly towards him so he can lean on me properly and more comfortably. I am a little bit shorter than him so my shoulder level would make his neck a little bit uncomfortable so I tried my best to straighten my back and raise them as much as I can.

He must be drunk and drowsy since a while ago. Good thing he has decided to hire a driver. But in the first place, why does he have to bring his car when he knows that he will gonna drink a lot in the pub?! He should have just taken a cab to make it more convenient for him.

I looked at him intently and my brows furrowed as I've thought about it. But then on the other hand, what the h*ck do I care? It's his prerogative to bring his car or go home drunk driving. Why do you even care for some stranger whom you just met a while ago?!

He suddenly move and buried his head closer to my neck. I can feel his breath on my neck and it feels so weird. I wanna smack his face for taking advantage of me but strangely, I let him do so. My hand also feel like it has its mind and slowly took his phone from his grip before it falls. I am acting so weird and I've been taking care of him naturally.

I looked at the driver and fortunately, he's focused on driving. Or else, he might have thought that we are doing weird in the backseat.

I look at him dearly and study his features closer. But all I can see right now is his plump, moist and pinkish lips. It looks so soft and sweet when being kissed. Just thinking about it makes my heart flutter. And it's quite disappointing that we didn't reach that level after breaking a lot of my rules.

The driver clears his throat as he caught me looking at this young man who's soundly sleeping on my shoulder.

"Excuse me but we're in the 5th Street."

I smiled at him and gradually moves his head to lean them on the car seat. But no matter how carefully I moved him, he immediately wakes up and looked surprised that our faces were so close to each other.

"Hmm. Dropping here?" And I nodded as a response.

I move slowly away from him and took my bag. I was about to open the door when he held my wrist and so I looked at him.

He didn't say any and just lending his phone. I looked at him, confused but he didn't say anything.

"What am I going to do with your phone?" I asked though what he wants is obvious. For some reason, I wanna turn the table and make him out of his shell. I wanna hear him say it rather than giving him what he wants.

"Your number." He said without looking straight at my face. He is trying his best to act so cold but I can see through his face that he is feeling shy asking my number.

"Oh. I see. Is that so hard to ask for that?" I asked.

"It's just that I'm not used to it." He mumbled.

I don't know why but I feel proud hearing those words. Hearing the snobbish Cassanova asked for my number made me flutter and brings butterflies to my stomach.

I smiled while typing in my number and dialed it up so I could have his number as well. Then we bid goodbye.

I guess the night is still long for the two of us. I've broken my rules for the first time but it strangely feels good.

I never thought breaking rules once in a while can bring something good out of it.