The day I died is the day that life as we know it changed in such a way that nobody could have seen coming. But I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Stevan. I’m eighteen years old; fresh out of high school, and had no idea that my life would never be the same again. I was walking the sidewalk of my hometown Fresno, California when out of no, where I was flung to the side in a blank lot of weeds, and dirt. Heart racing, blood pumping, trying to breathe when my life was almost taken from me by a Ford Focus. The car now screeching to a halt, the driver swinging out of the car to check and see if I was okay. The person who saved me still on top of me, staring into my hazel blue eyes. Just taking me in, not sure if they should get up and tell the driver that I’m okay. “I’m okay!” I answered, from below the person. “Just tell the guy to get off me.” I said. “I’m sorry, but this guy just saved your ass from being flattened like a pancake by that 1989 Mustang with green trim. ‘he gets off of me’ I would like a ‘thank you maybe’?” I just stare up at this beautiful, no wait beautiful doesn’t even come close to what I see above me with his tunny muscly biceps, his gray tee hugging close to his abdominal six-pack. The curve of his jawline that any man would kill to have, and those beautiful, deep soulful green eyes, and the main of perfect platinum blonde hair that you could tell was real even if you didn’t believe it yourself. With the sun at his back, above his head that looked like a halo of golden light. He seems so perfect until he opened that mouth of his again, “What? Cat got your tongue? I mean I know I am the best thing since man discovered bread, but really come on!... ‘he sighs’ I get this everywhere I go.” He waits for me to say something, heck I wait for me to come up with something to say, but I just slowly get up from the ground and stare at him. Coming up on five feet 6 inches I am small compared to his whopping six feet of pure thorough bread eye candy. I think to myself ‘If only he was an ugly bastard that didn’t make my heart thump faster than normal.’ “So, are you going to say thanks, or are we going with the silent treatment?” Again, if he kept his mouth shut he’d be the perfect swoon material. “Well if you’d I don’t know stop talking for a minute I’d be able to say a thank you for saving my life, but then again you like to hear yourself talk, don’t you?” He laughed I mean an actual full hardy laugh at that. “I can tell you one thing, if you had shock from almost dying then you’re not showing it. Good on ye mate.” Stunned I went back to gawking at this most irritating man I’ve ever met. Sure, I could’ve have been in shock from almost doing, but then again, my rage out weighted my shock. I mean really who the hell does he think he is? “Well look whose more talk than show, though I have to admit there’s not much to look at here.” I do a quick survey of the most infuriating man I’ve ever met. He pretends to stagger backward putting his hand over his chest. “Ouch, that hurt.” He says with a smile, that made all the girls around this spectacle swoon and then simultaneously glare daggers at yours truly. I give them a shrug giving them the world most devious smile I could muster. While saying, “Oh, my! I’m sorry if that hurt your already narcissistic ego, but all I can tell you is that you are not the hottest thing since bread.” With that, I turned around and started walking back to the café I was planning on visiting for my weekly routine of ordering a chai and BB&Q pork bun. Until he starts following me keep in tempo with my pace. For a few more steps I continue to walk. That is until he asks me, “So, where are we off to?” I stop and look at him, still with that stupid shit eating grin plastered on his face. “Well first off, it’s ‘I’ not ‘we’, and where I am going is none of your business, so if you’d kindly go to hell I will get back to pretending this whole thing never happen, and get to the café that I was walking to originally until that incident happened with you and the car.” I then, start walking not even waiting for his reply. Honestly, why is he still following me? ‘Who did I piss off in past life for my karma to be this unlucky?’ I think to myself. He frowns and starts to say something, but as he opens his mouth, he thinks better of it and closes it. Then he clears his throat, whistles, and says, “Man! I almost feel sorry. I got myself killed, almost, for a jerk who could really use a good shag, and maybe even a few punches to the stomach. Who did I have to kill in a past life to get this kind of treatment?” he sighs, “I should’ve stayed home!” He looks at me, and I mean really looks at me in a way that becomes almost sensual, but lacks the time to actually be sensual, because I turn around and run before he can say what I know he would’ve said. I get that I was in the wrong, but he also played his part. I mean he was a jerk, with a capital ‘J’. Yet for some reason, even I couldn’t bring myself to truly hate him. “Damn!” I said under my breath. I really need to stop looking at this as a bad thing. I mean I was just saved, yet he was such an ignorant jerk about the whole thing. Who was he anyway?