And the coke can performed the perfect projectile landing right over the one, it shouldn't have.
Thud!!
And the car screeched all the way through the road with the exact amount of friction that were applied by the anti lock brakes, off that shiny Bentley430 car just to hit the wall adjacent to the turn. The car was fuming exotically in the same demeanor as the girl who was seated within – Priya. She looked pretty in that smooth blue dress, starting from under her arms and flowing across her body until her thighs. Obviously, she was a heartthrob and yeah like so rich. One can presume from the car she drove and the Chanel bag she carried with herself. Ouch! That must have hurt I guess.
So the situation was the girl was hit by a can which came out of nowhere and lead into this halt, Wait actually it did had an origin. A guy in his uniforms was walking just a few feet’s from the place nonchalantly with his headphones on. So this was the one.
“Hey you” she shouted and came out of her car. No reply she got.
“Hey you in uniform. YOU!!” this time the guy finally bent his head to look in the direction of sound coming.
“Are you crazy?” she shouted well yet again.
“Who are you” the guy retorted.
“Who am I? I am the owner of that car” She said in not so pleasing
way pointing towards her Bentley.
“So?” The guy looked puzzled.
“Did you throw this” she said, this time with that meticulous can in hand.
“I didn’t throw it, I kicked it. So? What with that” he nodded.
“You little shit. You think this is funny? You almost killed me” she fumed at him
“What are you talking about? I didn’t mean to do it. I am not in good mood either. So stop irritating me.” He said in the same demeanor
“You and your crummy little self. Fine. Let’s go to the point. What are you going to do about my car?” She said then. One can tell from the lines over her face, she was equally pissed off.
“You look rich. Let’s just forget about this! I am stinking poor…” he had said making a puppy face. He thought it could melt her anger. Little did he know…
“Whatever you stingy rich jerk” reply he got out of her looks.
“Ok. Ok. I’ll pay for the damage.”
“Do you know how much that car costs. Never mind. Since you’re a student I’ll give you a discount. Just give me 20000 and let’s get over with it.”
Oh my god. Now this was seriously messed up for him. You can guess the look over his face. He was stunned. Gaining back his senses all he could utter was,
“Hey policeman!!!” he shouted in his fullest of voice chord one of his finger pointing behind the girl.
Priya looked behind. There was no one in her sight. She turned back upon, to see the same. There was no one in sight this side either.
She laughed at his innocence and curt smartness. She chose to leave but then she saw something lying near her heels, some kind of identification card it seemed; maybe a driving licence or something. Looking closely, she found It was a school ID actually belonging to some convent school. Rahul Verma, it said and looking over the picture; she knew this is going to be more fun than she thought off. And she buzzed off. Period.
