Damn. My bad luck. I don't want to accept his help.

Reluctantly I open his car's front door and sit on my side while cussing some swear words to those crazy witches. My pride!

Ashar starts the car after giving me a quick glance. "You smell of coke. Did you pour the drink on your dress instead of glass?" He mocks, looking at me through the corners of his eyes.

I shoot him a glare, trying to hide my embarrassment, "Drive fast. Your presence is suffocating me." And that rotten smell that is coming from me.

His car seat would also get sticky because of my clothes. Ugh. I want...