"I know we're not exactly what people would call friends, since I sort of blackmailed you to hang out with me, but is this really necessary?" I heard Chandler's irritated voice ask.

"What are you talking about?" I asked with a frown on my face.
"People don't always die from food poisoning, so if you planned on killing me, this is not gonna do it." Chandler said as he dropped his fork back into his plate.

I held back a disappointed sigh. I know I can't cook, but I thought I was safe by following the instructions. There might be a few burnt spots, but I'm sure it's still edible. One look at his disgusted face showed me it may not be edible after all.

"And in case you wanted this to be a joke or a prank, it's not funny. You wasted perfectly fine mac and cheese. And I'm still hungry. Don't you want to go home, or what?" His voice was rising as he pushed the plate away from him.

"God damn it, Allie! Say something!" He yelled, standing up from his seat and throwing his hands in the air. I didn't know what to say. The worst thing is, I tried really hard. I thought this meal would turn out well. And having him tell me how awful my food was, almost made me cry.

Call me sensitive, but if I opened my mouth now, I would break down. This was so humiliating. My trembling hands took the plate and I stood up, wanting to put it in the sink after throwing the food in the trash.

"Allie!" I jumped and managed to drop the plate. Shit, shit, shit. I groaned and bend down, even though I knew there were broken pieces of porcelain and I could cut myself.
"For fuck's sake! What is wrong with you?! Get away from that before you cut yourself, you stupid girl!" He violently pushed me away and my butt landed on the ground.

This was really not my day and when I looked down on my finger after feeling a sharp pain there, I almost started crying in frustration. Now I was bleeding and it hurt like a bitch. I glared at Chandler, who had his back to me while he picked up the broken plate. This was all his fault.

I don't want to do this anymore, I won't. I'm done here. I know I humiliated him at that party, but he was constantly humiliating me. He was bullying me! I stood up and ran off. I wiped some tears away from my face and just kept running.

I passed the guards, who kindly opened the gate for me and I thanked them. I knew I wouldn't be able to run all the way home, so I just started walking in a very fast speed. Another tear was rolling down my cheek and I wiped it away, while sniffling.

Stupid Chandler, stupid dare, stupid life! I was so mad at Chandler, but also felt angry at Mike for daring me to do that. I was drunk! Drunk me was an asshole. If it wasn't for that dare my life would still be fine. I wouldn't have to worry my mother, I wouldn't have to play a slave for an egoistical, stupid, obnoxious, annoying millionaire's son.

I heard the motor before he drove next to me. I crossed my arms and kept walking, not even glancing at him. I heard the window being rolled down.
"Get in." He ordered me, but I ignored him.

"Allie." He said, before stopping the car. But I kept on walking and even picked up my speed when I heard his footsteps. He was running to catch up to me. When he eventually took a hold of my shoulder, trying to turn me around, I shrugged his hand off and continued walking.

He growled and I flinched. He gripped my coat, just how he did when he first followed me with his car and forcefully turned me around.
"Let me go!" I pushed and hit, but he wouldn't budge.

"You're bleeding." He said as he took a hold of my hand. I pulled it away, ignoring the pain when the wound touched his rough hand.
"Let me see it." He demanded, taking the hand again.

"Let it be. I just want to go home!" I yelled and he visibly flinched, before dropping my hand.
"I'll get you home." He said and walked towards his car. I followed him, because I just wanted this day to be over and hoped he would speed to my house like yesterday. Little did I know, he wouldn't. In fact, it seemed like he took his sweet time, even though there were no other cars on the road.

CHANDLER'S PoV:

I kept glancing at her. I wasn't really hiding it either, but she didn't even look my way, so I didn't care. Her body was shaking and I knew it was because she was angry. I knew perfectly well why she was angry.

I shouldn't have yelled at her so much. The food was horrible and I was upset, but the rest that happened was my fault. I was hungry and excited for food, but when she gave me that plate of mac and cheese, I was disappointed and let it out on her.

I saw her wet cheeks when I approached her. She was crying, probably because of the cut. Maybe also because she was angry and I didn't blame her. I was an asshole and I knew it. I wish I was normal. I wish I met her under different circumstances.

She continued to look out of the window and I watched her. Maybe tomorrow I would take it easy on her? Let's just hope she isn't mad anymore. I sighed as I turned the corner to her street. Yesterday she told me to stop here, but I didn't listen.

So I did it now and looked over at her. But I only managed to get a glimpse of her as she was already leaving. I flinched when she closed the door loudly.

"See you tomorrow, then." I murmured to myself and watched her walk towards her house.