(She raises an eyebrow, clearly debating whether to push further. But instead, she just exhales, pulling out her phone.)
Liam North
(frowning)
What are you doing?
Mia wood
(flatly, not looking up)
Calling a tow truck.
Liam North
(grumbling)
I don’t need a damn tow truck.
(LIAM glares. She smirks.)
Mia wood
(mocking)
Unless you want to call your parents?
(LIAM stiffens, his whole body going tense. She doesn’t know him, doesn’t know how deep that cut just went—but he feels it.)
(A beat. Then, through clenched teeth—)
Liam North
Just call the damn truck.
(The girl smirks victoriously as she presses the call button.)
(As she talks, Liam watches her. The fire in her voice, the way she doesn’t back down. He’s wanted to talk to her for months. And now, here she is—because of a stupid accident.)
Liam North
(His father’s words come back to him.)
Liam let out a deep breath and looked down at the cracked road. Maybe he should’ve just let the car crash worse.
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