“Are you okay?” Ben glanced at me from the drivers side. “That wreck looked pretty nasty,” “Yes, I am fine,” I stared out the window at the gas station halfway to my moms house that Ben was pulling into. “Do you want anything?” he asked as he took his seat belt off. “I mean, I feel partially responsible for your little fender-bender,” “You know what? Yes, the biggest pack of cigarettes and bottle of wine they have stocked in their store,” I clenched my teeth. He laughed. “You got it,” I watched him as he walked into the store and I slightly smiled. Yes, he makes me want to rip my hair out. Yes, I hate him. Yes, I want to kill the sultry bastard... But, yes, I also have a soft spot for the asshole. Ben is sending me through a whirlwind of emotions that I can't understand. One minute I want to scream, and the next I want toBuzz...buzz. I looked down at the middle console and see Ben's phone sitting in the drink holder lit up. I picked it up to find a text from that red headed girl from Estrada's- Karen.
