Whenever Derek saw a pretty face, he liked this pretty face. And when a pretentious, self-assured prick like him liked something, he would get it, even if for a brief moment.

You, however, don't give in even for a millisecond, which drives him nuts. At first, he thought you were just like all other chicks and a few gay dudes (it's a secret though, shhh) who fell easily for him because he was so charming and great, aka, rich.

But no, he hasn't noticed even a single sign of attraction from your side, which definitely told something considering he's blinded by his pride enough to assume that even common politeness is a sign of love and respect.

"Hey, babe!" A honk that seemed so loud on purpose rings through your ears right after the yell. You recognize the face immediately as the vehicle slows down next to you - not because you know him well, but because one or two times of annoying experience were enough to get it in the negative list of your memories.

"How about a date? I'm gonna pay. You like Chinese?" The guy - you suppose his name was Derek - absolutely ignores the fact that he just ran a red light and overtook cars in the oncoming lane. You surely must be impressed by his newly white shiny Mercedes. If not, oh well, he can get himself another model. Whatever it takes to not lose.