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In almost a quick second, she was pried away from the boy, and turned over to the wall where her face immediately went red from a blush. Not only did she ram the guy down and give him a look of absolute petrified fear, no she rammed an attractive boy down and gave an attractive boy a look of absolute petrified fear. She must have looked like she'd seen a bloody bear or something. Not even that, she must have looked as if she saw a new species of bear that was utterly terrifying and confusing all at the same time. Like a root bear.
Leaning her head against the cool brick of the building, she didn't feel as if she wanted to turn around at all. She didn’t know what to do, she’d just made a complete ass of herself, and to make things worse, Kelila was being the responsible one. That never happened. Tonight was just off balance, like the world had shifted in some weird turn of events. However, she was going to face it, head on like she did everything else that was presented in her wake. Bracing herself, she whipped back around when she figured the blood must have been gone from underneath the boys nose.
After he asked her, or Kelila as she really didn’t know who it was directed to, why she was in such a rush, she cocked her head slightly to the side. She didn’t think she was speeding or anything of that matter, she was usually pretty careful. No, she just swerved so she didn’t ram right into the curly locked kid singing about singing in the rain. “I’ve been in worse accidents than that,” she admitted with a small, ‘you caught me’ smile. There was actually a pretty prominent scar on her right forearm that reminded her of the nastiest spill she took to date. She had been driving down some country rode when she was seventeen and a deer appeared out of nowhere, so she took a tumble and completely fell into a ditch head first. It was a different bike at that point in time, and it had got totalled to a point of no return. In reality, no normal human would have survived, or at least, survived with a single gash scar fresh and pink on their forearm. However, Jace did knock her head back and forth in the helmet enough that she got a concussion as well, which went away a little quicker then normal. Her right wrist was also fractured. She remember her parents being positively furious, but she wasn’t completely sure their reasonings behind it. She didn’t know if it was because they genuinely cared about her well being as her parents, or if because she was giving a bad and reckless image to the royal family. How, if she wasn’t careful, she would mess everything up leaving no successor in her place.
She remembered that more then the scar.
However, she did remember Dorians reaction. He was positively furious, yet not at her, not for what she did. He had been mad at himself that he didn’t come along, he was mad at himself for somehow not stopping her form going despite there being no way he could have known what was going to happen. He tried to stop her from riding a bike till then, and as her legal guardian as he acted on this earth, he could. At last until she was turned eighteen, when she bought the bike she had now.
Shaking that off however, she glanced back over at the boy who was resting up her bike. “I only swerved because his singing was off pitch,” she smirked, which got what was hopefully a playful scoff back from him. Turning towards Kelila now, she said, “sorry for frightening you, but I’m still starved if you are?” she offered, before turning back around the the boys behind. “And you guys as well, come join us, I’ll pay as an apology for knocking you down.”
And she’d get to stare at him a bit more.
Leaning her head against the cool brick of the building, she didn't feel as if she wanted to turn around at all. She didn’t know what to do, she’d just made a complete ass of herself, and to make things worse, Kelila was being the responsible one. That never happened. Tonight was just off balance, like the world had shifted in some weird turn of events. However, she was going to face it, head on like she did everything else that was presented in her wake. Bracing herself, she whipped back around when she figured the blood must have been gone from underneath the boys nose.
After he asked her, or Kelila as she really didn’t know who it was directed to, why she was in such a rush, she cocked her head slightly to the side. She didn’t think she was speeding or anything of that matter, she was usually pretty careful. No, she just swerved so she didn’t ram right into the curly locked kid singing about singing in the rain. “I’ve been in worse accidents than that,” she admitted with a small, ‘you caught me’ smile. There was actually a pretty prominent scar on her right forearm that reminded her of the nastiest spill she took to date. She had been driving down some country rode when she was seventeen and a deer appeared out of nowhere, so she took a tumble and completely fell into a ditch head first. It was a different bike at that point in time, and it had got totalled to a point of no return. In reality, no normal human would have survived, or at least, survived with a single gash scar fresh and pink on their forearm. However, Jace did knock her head back and forth in the helmet enough that she got a concussion as well, which went away a little quicker then normal. Her right wrist was also fractured. She remember her parents being positively furious, but she wasn’t completely sure their reasonings behind it. She didn’t know if it was because they genuinely cared about her well being as her parents, or if because she was giving a bad and reckless image to the royal family. How, if she wasn’t careful, she would mess everything up leaving no successor in her place.
She remembered that more then the scar.
However, she did remember Dorians reaction. He was positively furious, yet not at her, not for what she did. He had been mad at himself that he didn’t come along, he was mad at himself for somehow not stopping her form going despite there being no way he could have known what was going to happen. He tried to stop her from riding a bike till then, and as her legal guardian as he acted on this earth, he could. At last until she was turned eighteen, when she bought the bike she had now.
Shaking that off however, she glanced back over at the boy who was resting up her bike. “I only swerved because his singing was off pitch,” she smirked, which got what was hopefully a playful scoff back from him. Turning towards Kelila now, she said, “sorry for frightening you, but I’m still starved if you are?” she offered, before turning back around the the boys behind. “And you guys as well, come join us, I’ll pay as an apology for knocking you down.”
And she’d get to stare at him a bit more.
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Ezra had to interject finally after all was said in done.
"Actually, I have a motorcycle accident joke," he announced, referring to Nathan's previous comment, before carrying on before either one of the three would interject. Clearing his throat, he said it loud and proud.“Okay, so there’s a sad story of a poor guy who was in a terrible motorcycle accident,” he started off, scanning his eyes over the three people there. “Actually, lets say it's girl because of giggles over there,” he corrected, pointing over to the motorcyclist. “Anyways, so when he came out from under the anaesthetic, the doctor came in all anxious and leaned over her,” he stopped for a second to light up his cigarette. Both for dramatic effect and because he just wanted one. “The doctor says, ‘kid, I’ve got some good news and some bad news.’ and she just looks at him all confused and he carries on to say, ‘the bad news is that you were in a very bad accident, and I’m afraid we had to amputate both of your feet just above the ankle,’ so naturally the girl is in shock and she gasps, ‘Jesus,’” Ezra stopped himself for a second. “Wait let me change that, so the patient gasps ‘Well shit!’" He paused. "I dunno, you guys might not want to take the lords name in vain and I feel like a more natural response would be oh shit,” he pointed out quickly, before continuing on. “So then she asked, ‘well, whats the good news?’ to which the doctor replied, ‘the fellow over there in the next bed will give you a good price for your boots.'”
He stopped, waiting for anyone of them to react to the clearly terrible joke.
Giggles was the first, who stood there wide eyed and gaped mouth the whole time. "That.." she started off, before another giggle fit seemed to erupt out of her, "that was so bad!" She exclaimed, clearly entertained until the fit of laughter quickly ceased, "wait, am I giggles?" She questioned, almost self consciously. Ezra simply pushed back her question however, answering her later offer. "I think dinner is a wonderful idea, however I would prefer to pay as it was, as you say, my off pitched singing that threw you off," he sighed dramatically as he took another drag of his cigarette, lazily throwing his arm over the shorter girls shoulders. "Besides, I'm sure my boy Nathan here would be happy to take you out, you probably knocked him off his feet in more ways then one. Just make sure he doesn't knock you back up," he smirked throwing a wink at his friends way.
"However, I think a McDonalds or a Chinese buffet is in more in our price ranges," he pointed out, before something dawned on him completely. "Also, I was so rude to not ask earlier, what are your names?"
"Actually, I have a motorcycle accident joke," he announced, referring to Nathan's previous comment, before carrying on before either one of the three would interject. Clearing his throat, he said it loud and proud.“Okay, so there’s a sad story of a poor guy who was in a terrible motorcycle accident,” he started off, scanning his eyes over the three people there. “Actually, lets say it's girl because of giggles over there,” he corrected, pointing over to the motorcyclist. “Anyways, so when he came out from under the anaesthetic, the doctor came in all anxious and leaned over her,” he stopped for a second to light up his cigarette. Both for dramatic effect and because he just wanted one. “The doctor says, ‘kid, I’ve got some good news and some bad news.’ and she just looks at him all confused and he carries on to say, ‘the bad news is that you were in a very bad accident, and I’m afraid we had to amputate both of your feet just above the ankle,’ so naturally the girl is in shock and she gasps, ‘Jesus,’” Ezra stopped himself for a second. “Wait let me change that, so the patient gasps ‘Well shit!’" He paused. "I dunno, you guys might not want to take the lords name in vain and I feel like a more natural response would be oh shit,” he pointed out quickly, before continuing on. “So then she asked, ‘well, whats the good news?’ to which the doctor replied, ‘the fellow over there in the next bed will give you a good price for your boots.'”
He stopped, waiting for anyone of them to react to the clearly terrible joke.
Giggles was the first, who stood there wide eyed and gaped mouth the whole time. "That.." she started off, before another giggle fit seemed to erupt out of her, "that was so bad!" She exclaimed, clearly entertained until the fit of laughter quickly ceased, "wait, am I giggles?" She questioned, almost self consciously. Ezra simply pushed back her question however, answering her later offer. "I think dinner is a wonderful idea, however I would prefer to pay as it was, as you say, my off pitched singing that threw you off," he sighed dramatically as he took another drag of his cigarette, lazily throwing his arm over the shorter girls shoulders. "Besides, I'm sure my boy Nathan here would be happy to take you out, you probably knocked him off his feet in more ways then one. Just make sure he doesn't knock you back up," he smirked throwing a wink at his friends way.
"However, I think a McDonalds or a Chinese buffet is in more in our price ranges," he pointed out, before something dawned on him completely. "Also, I was so rude to not ask earlier, what are your names?"