Spoken Lies And Broken Ties

Reb's P.O.V.

I never really wanted to spend time with Mark. The only reason I said yes for going out to get wine was to stay away from him and not to have a long ride at night with him. If it wasn't for mom, I would never have allowed this loser in my car with me.

He thinks that he can come after all these years and simply make his way into my life and I would readily take him back and show him gratitude. He is misunderstood if he thinks he will throw some cheap lines at me and slay his way into my heart.

It was his decision to come with me but now it's up to me to make him regret this. Boy, you are about to experience the worst ride ever.

It was completely silent inside the car and Mark sat there as still as a statue; it was a sight to enjoy. I couldn't help but feel good about his condition, the boy was giving his everything just to win a stupid bet. I am sure this wasn't what he was expecting from this ride. This probably was the first time where he might have made the least movement during a car ride while a hot chick was sitting right next to him. And to his horror, he wasn't driving but sitting on the passenger seat. This might have hurt his ego. Ha-ha, his ego; like hell I care. He hates silent rides and I am going to make it even worse for him.

He must have been very bored of sitting idle because he turned on the music when the silence became unbearable for him. It was a nice jazz song and it was kind of eliminating the boredom. It was lifting up his mood. I peeked through the corners of my eyes at him. He looked quite relaxed with his eyes closed and shifted his position to a more comfortable one with is back resting on the seat.

When the song came up, I loosened my hold on the steering wheel. I made it seemed like I too was enjoying this song and this thought made him very joyful. It definitely would have made him feel like he was finally moving on with his plan but unknowingly he was being trapped in mine.

But what happened next wasn't something he might have planned. I stretched my hand out and turned off the system and went back to rest my hand on the steering wheel. He was beyond shocked at what just happened and had this look like 'What the hell, woman? If you didn't like the song all you had to do was ask and I would have changed it. There was no need for that.' I know he wanted to say this out loud but he didn't. He didn't really want to blow this amazing chance away.

He relaxed a bit and then slowly and steadily turned on the music again and played another song, 'Just another woman in love' by Anne Murray. It seemed like he had just started to enjoy the song when I turned off the song in the middle of the first verse which caught him completely off guard. By the looks, I can tell he was fuming inside by then and would speak up in no minute but poor him, he will have to sugarcoat it or he fears he would lose his bet as if he isn't losing it this way.

"Reb," he called out to me so softly with a sweet tone on his tongue to make it look like I am the most delicate thing handed to him with love. "I know you are angry with me because I didn't contact you for all these years. But-" "Don't call me that" I growled stopping him mid-way without even glancing his way and why should I obviously he doesn't mean anything to me.

He seemed completely perplexed with my behavior as if he doesn't know why I am doing this. Boy stop giving me all those 'I am so lost' looks now. Don't act all confused as if you don't know. This won't make me forget that you sent that bastard to me. You will have to pay for your deeds this time.

He tried to cut the tension and lift our spirits by putting on one of my favorite songs. Shayne Ward's 'No promises' started playing on the system. I guess he remembers how I used to sing this song aloud whenever the song comes up. He is trying to show me how much he cares by putting up a song that I like and he doesn't. But what he doesn't know is that I don't like this song anymore. In fact, I haven't heard this song in years. Another attempt in vain. I am sort of loving his misery.

"The f.u.c.k?" came out of his mouth the moment the music was turned off for the third time in a row. He couldn't control it this time, it came out on instinct. And hence it was proved he was getting frustrated minute by minute and I was loving it.

He turned his head towards me to scold me but the thought vanished into thin air when he saw the look on my face. It was the first time in the day where the thing he was hoping for so sincerely was finally happening, I actually turned to him this time but not with the expression he had hoped for. I was shooting daggers at him, it had to seem like it was terrorizing when internally I was enjoying the scene in front of me. The expression made it clear that I really did want him to sit like an unmoving statue. He dared not touch the system again after the look I just gave him.

He visibly relaxed after a few seconds and turned his attention towards the window.