Thread: He's A Rebel [Crusade x Psycho] - Stand By Me RP -

Although I could hear the running engine echo in the emptiness of the country side, I didn't bother to attempt to wave it down for help. I didn't even turn my head as the car passed my truck, that is, until a storm of dirt washed over me. What the- Letting go of the tire, my hands came up to my face to wave away the dust that sophisticated me. The tire fell back into the trunk of the truck, while I coughed and moved away from the cloud of dust. As it settled, I could finally open my watering eyes. As the slit of my eyelid opened, I could see the convertible I had learned to hate had swept by me. It was Ace. That crumb of a human being didn't even have the decency to move over a lane. Ass wipe . I mumbled under my breath. As if I wasn't dirty enough from the blow tire, now I was showered head to toe in dirt. I wiped the sweat and dirt off of my forehead with my wrist and forearm before heading over to the driver side. After pulling open the driver's door, I looked through my purse and found my hair elastic and bandana. I through my hair up and wrapped my bangs to keep my hair out of my face. While I rummaged through my car, I hadn't noticed the very car that had title-waved me in dust was in fact, turning around. I had been leaning into the driver's seat from outside of the car when I heard the dirt road crunch until the convertible's tires. Leaning back, I poked my head out to see the face I dreaded. Praise the Lord . I mumbled sarcastically and rolled my eyes slightly. Pulling myself from the door, I made my way back over to the trunk to grab the tire. I was dressed pretty down compared to other women in town. I just didn't find myself comfortable in dresses and skirts, so instead I sported high-waisted jeans that were rolled up several inches above the ankle. Normally, I would be showing some skin at the ankle, but my lace up brown leather boots covered that area. Instead of a nicer going-out shirt, that most average girls would normally tuck into their jeans, I was wearing a checkered shirt that tied at the stomach. It was tied just high enough to show a tiny sliver of skin . Just the face I didn't want to see. I called out to you as the you were getting closer. Still, despite talking to you, I didn't make eye contact or turn around to greet you. It wasn't until you began to speak that I turned around. I gave an unimpressed smirk, as you walked over to me. My eyes looked over the body that had exited the Ford. It was so unfortunate that an ass like you could ooze manliness, but the reality was, bullies were never physically repulsive they just had shitty attitudes. As you took the spare from me, I was slightly surprised. I rolled my eyes at your minuscule lecture before letting out a half chuckle. Don't sugar me, Merrill. What is it they call you? Ace? How dreamy. Sarcasm saturated my mocking compliment. I glared at you with a puzzled look on my face. I tried not to get lost in the sight of the sun bearing down on your toned figure as you dirtied yourself fixing my tire. I was shocked you were even helping me. So the devil has a soul. What happened? Did you go to church today? As you stood up, I snatched the wrench right out of your hand before walking over to the tool box on the ground. Crouching down, I put all the tools away. I didn't ask for your help, and I especially don't need help from someone like you.