III | Red Lamborghini

                                    

                                          
Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.
- Oscar Wilde
III | RED LAMBORGHINI
"R-Reece, I swear I'll get you y-your money," I said, he raised an eyebrow and looked at me in disbelief - his stern blue eyes showed that he knew I couldn't possibly pay him. There wasn't a point in running - the door behind me was shut anyway, - he would obviously catch up to me and drag me back inside the classroom, probably beat me up then.
He sat on a desk close to him and folded his arms, "Do you even know how much that is gonna cost you?" He questioned. I gulped and shook my head no, eyes wide. "Twenty three thousand dollars," he said calmly. I swear my jaw almost hit the floor - just for a broken window!? I thought it was going to be a couple hundred bucks! Who am I kidding, it's a freaking Ferrari! " it's custom made," He continued, still with his calm voice.
"W-what?" I stuttered and he gritted his teeth in aggravation.
"Stop stutterin', it's fuckin' annoyin'," he grumbled, clearly annoyed. To keep him from getting even more pissed, I tried to calm down.
"I don't have that type of money." I admitted, shifting uncomfortably, looking away out of shame.
"I know," he smirked at me, getting a frown from me.
"Then how can I pay you?" I asked and his smirk deepened. That smirk scared me, what if he asked me to kill a man, or be part of his drug gang he ran undercover - what was I getting myself into?
"I need a favor from you," he wet his lips. He slid off the edge of the desk, standing up. He moved towards me, looking me right in the eye - his deep blue eyes sparkling with mischief. I backed up a little due to how close he was getting, I was beginning to get worried.
"A favor?" I said, I was so afraid right now, I felt a shiver run down my spine. I'd never been so close to such a specimen, one that was so handsome too.
"I need you to be my girlfriend, rather - fake girlfriend, Vicky or I will press charges on you for damagin' my car if you don't," he threatened, getting straight to the point with an evil smirk - despite getting my name completely wrong. I scratched the back of my head, looking down at my feet, thinking maybe this was cruel joke, then looking back to Reece.
"Wait you're being serious?" I asked, surprised. Though, I somehow knew he wasn't kidding, I just wanted this all to be a joke or something, but obviously that wasn't the case because he looked dead serious.
"Did you see me fuckin' laughin'?" He growled angrily and I panicked.
"B-but you have a girlfriend!" I reminded him, in case he forgot. Though, how could he? He glared at me. Why do people love glaring at me? Was I that easy to hate?
"None of your business 'bout that, are you gonna do it or not?" he questioned, slamming a hand against the door next to my head - clearly putting more anger into his words.
I hesitated, "and this is the only way to pay for the car damage?"
"Yes," was all he said and I sighed. In all honesty, this would be better than paying stupid amounts of money to him. Now I definitely have to do this.
"Deal," I agreed making him smirk, instead of his constant glare. This guy is bipolar.
"Brilliant, I'll be waitin' for you after school in the library for the arrangements. Don't fuckin' be late or you're dead," he warned. I didn't even get the chance to reply, as he already moved me out of the way and left the classroom, slamming the door closed with a loud bang.