Get me the hell out of here.
"Well, this was horrible, I hope we don't run into each other here - or anywhere - ever again. Bad day to you, sir." I bowed my head and stepped out into the rain.
I felt a chill run up my spine, so I straightened myself up, ignored the pain of the plastic bags digging into my fingers, and pushed on walking.
"Do you want a ride?" I heard Dominic's voice shout from my far left.
I gasped and spun in his direction, noticing that he was moving towards a large black Jeep.
"You dirty bastard! How dare you ask me that!” I shouted.
Dominic paused his stride and looked at me with his eyebrows raised before he laughed.
"Crap, I meant a lift as in a lift home in my car. I didn't mean a ride as in the meaning of what a ride is over here… I'm not asking you to ride me, Bronagh."
I felt myself flush.
"Whatever, I don't need a lift!" I turned and continue walking out of the car park and onto the pathway.
The rain was coming down so hard that it was dribbling down into my eyes, making it hard to see. I rubbed my eyes against my shoulder and pressed on.
I never cared about the rain – I was used to it – and actually liked walking in it when it rained hard. But not when I was carrying heavy things. I glared at Dominic's Jeep when it passed me by, then screamed when he came close to the path and splashed dirty water all over me.
"You prick!" I screamed as loud as I could.
I had dropped my shopping bags during the soaking, so I quickly bent down to pick them up. I swear Dominic was lucky everything I bought was in sealed packaging and wouldn't be destroyed by the water.
"I know you won't believe me but I was actually pulling up beside you to offer you a ride again. I really didn't mean to get you all wet," Dominic's voice shouted out from his car - the passenger side window was rolled down - then followed with a laugh.
He was actually laughing at me!
I growled as I looked to my right and glared into the opened window of Dominic's Jeep. I used my shoulder to get the water out of my eyes again before spitting some out of my mouth.
"FUCK OFF," I screamed. "JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, I HATE YOU!"
His eyebrows jumped a little at my shouting, but I didn't care. Fuck him. I turned and pretty much jogged away and all the way home. I didn't stop moving until I was safely inside my house. I sank down to my arse with the hall door pressed to my back.
"Bronagh? Is that you? I got off early and tried ringin' you to see if you needed-" Branna's voice was cut off mid-sentence before a muffled laugh quickly filled up the silence. "You look like a soaked rat!"
I growled and leaned my head back against the door and closed my eyes. I winced a little when my stomach began to cramp up, adding further horribleness to my already shitty day.
"I didn't think it was rainin' that hard. You're seriously soaked, Bee. What happened?"
I grunted as I continued to sit on the floor, shopping bags gathered around me. I could easily tell her that an American prick soaked me with his car after harassing me inside the supermarket, but I honestly didn't want to talk about Dominic or even think about the arsehole.
"I don't want to talk about it."
Fuming that I was soaked to the bone and annoyed that I had a female reproductive system, I leaned my head back against the door and closed my eyes again before exhaling loudly. Dominic was pretty much to blame for one of those things, so I decided to blame everything that was wrong with me on him as well.
It was official, I now and would forever more hate Dominic Slater.
"I don't want to go, I still feel like shite. Please, Branna, don't make me go. If you love me at all, you won't make me do this," I wailed and flung my limbs around like it was nobody's business.
Branna grunted as she continued to pull at my waist, trying to get me to release the handle of the passenger door of her car.
"I'm goin' to be late for class and so are you, so let go and get goin'!"
I gripped the handle of the car tighter. "Never!"
Branna sighed, loudly. "I didn't want to have to do this but you leave me no choice."
I furrowed my eyebrows together and wondered what was she talking about- "Ahh!" I screamed, cutting my thoughts off. "No, Branna, don't tickle me! Mercy, mercy!"
She showed no mercy, she tickled under my armpits and down my ribs until I was a convulsing mess and jumped away from the car and her. She quickly locked up the car by pressing a button on her keys as soon as I was a metre or two away.
I was straightening my clothes out and shivering a little in my tickle aftermath while Branna folded her arms across her chest and cocked her eyebrow at me, daring me to come at her and the car again.
I groaned. "You're the worst sister ever, I'm dyin' here!"