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I pull over on the side of the road in safe spot, and flick off the engine. I get out of the car and walk around to the passenger side, inspecting the car.
"You have to be fucking kidding me," I moan, spotting the rear flat tire.
If divine intervention is real, then life was fucking testing me. If it could space out the bad shit happening to me, that would be good. But as usual, it's a snowball effect as shit continues to pile onto me.
I pop open the trunk, checking for my tools. Dad was always hell-bent on making sure I knew how to look after our cars in a case of an emergency. He taught me how to change a flat tire before I even had tits. Well, not that I have them much now.
I check the spare tire and feel relieved when it seems to be in good condition. I grab the jack, and the tools, and head to the tire.
Cars pass by, drivers looking at me but I ignore them. A female can just as easily take care of herself as any man. We don't need to be damsels in distress. We birth babies, and bleed once a month. We're glorified motherfucking badasses.
Well, I like to think so. Except the damn bolts aren't budging at all when I try to loosen them after I get the tire off the ground with the jack.
"Oh, come on," I groan, pushing down on the wrench.
It's not moving at all, and my hands start to hurt as I press down on the metal with all my strength.
I'm too far from any shops or houses to get help, but normally I'd call Butch or Phoebe for help, but neither were available at the moment. I know Butch said I could call him any time, but I had no idea where he was.
I decide to give it a go anyway, grabbing my phone from the car. I hit call and listen to the phone ring out when I try to call Butch.
I don't have any friends nearby or paid mechanical assistance.
Asher's face pops into my head but I shove it aside. I'd rather sleep in my car all night than call him.
I scroll through my contacts, looking at the list of people to figure out who I can call to help.
As I reach the last name on the list, I hesitate, my stomach tightening painfully.
I don't know what possesses me to hit call… but I do.
Chapter twenty
"Oof.Thatlooksbad,"Zayn says, getting out of his jeep and coming around to inspect my tire.
I cross my arms, keeping a distance from him. "I know."
He crouches down, his fingers feeling the top of the tire. "There's a screw in it. You must have ran over one somewhere and it's caused a blow out."
"Look," I murmur, on edge. "I'm aware the tire is flat. I just need help changing it."
Zayn looks over, smirking at me. "You don't know how to change a tire."
I growl, annoyed. "Of course I fucking do. I just can't get the bolts off."
The wrench is still positioned on one, and the car lifted by the jack. It's obvious I know what I'm doing.
He stands up, stretching his arms. "So you need my muscles, little sis? Awh, I'm flattered."
"Don't be," I snap. "You were a last resort. I have to get back home for work tonight. Otherwise I would have just slept in the car or walked back to town."
Zayn grins, unfazed as he gives the wrench a test jiggle. "I'm happy to help. See, I knew giving you my number would come in handy."
I roll my eyes, turning away. I'm thankful that he came. When he answered the phone, he was so happy when I told him I needed help. He came straight out, dressed in a white cotton shirt and black shorts. It's unusual seeing him without his jeans and leather jacket, but at least I can get this fixed and be back on the road.
"What do I get in return?" he asks, making me look over at him.
"Seriously? You can't just be a good samaritan?"
