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THE MAN IS DRESSED IN A BLACK SWEATSHIRT ALONG WITH BLUE JEANS AND BLACK SHOES. From afar, she can tell his clothes are expensive from their quality; then why would he steal her toaster?

Now, it just pisses her off the more. She has crossed paths with him and she isn't letting last night go; she got scolded by her mum because of the incident, plus she hasn't slept well for days. If he thinks it's funny to play games with her, well the girl doesn't find it amusing- it's quite the opposite.

The girls laughter finally dies down when Aubrey says, "I'm going to speak to him."

"He is not your thief." Harper says, slowly recovering from her fits of laughter.

Aubrey doesn't pay them much attention as her eyes are trained on the black-haired man, leaning on the red car, facing in their direction.

"Stop staring at him like that, he is not the thief." Harper nudges Aubrey.

Aubrey tries to move but the two girls pull her back.

"What? Are you crazy?" Harper's eyes widen. "You cannot go to speak to him just like that. At least take a fruit basket or some gifts."

Aubrey refuses to let anyone stop her. She is keen on teaching the man who robbed her apartment a lesson and show him she is not the type of girl to be messed with.

"Sorry Harper, I don't have time for this." She detaches Harper's hands.

"No, Aubrey you really can't go." Joe speaks up this time and Aubrey frowns.

"Believe me when I say there's absolutely no way he is the one who robbed your apartment." Harper speaks up.

Aubrey turns her head to the man about 7 meters away. He has sunglasses on so she can't tell if he is staring at the sky or the school's building or even at her.

"He is." Aubrey says, still focusing on him.

Harper groans, "Gosh, no he is not. Okay what makes you think it's him?"

Aubrey gives Harper a look, "He is literally right there, I have eyes and I can see him. His black hair, his height, his body shape, his appearance, they all tally with the thief that broke into my house." Aubrey tries to leave again but Harper pulls her back once more.

"There are more than a hundred people on this earth with the same hair color, height and body shape, so what's your point?" Harper questions in a dry voice.

Aubrey sighs. One thing about having a friend is that they must have a say in every decision you want to make and Aubrey doesn't like people meddling into her business.

She looks to the man leaning on the red car. He is still standing there in that same position and it feels like he is a statue for a couple of seconds before he moves his hand to check his watch.

She narrows her eyes at his figure, one last time; she is sure he's the thief.

"At least let me confirm he's not the thief."

"That's even worse, you'd just be embarrassing yourself in front of the mayor's son."

Aubrey raises a shocked eyebrow, "So the mayor's son steals from the citizens."

Harper facepalms, her face getting a little red like the color of her hair. "Seriously. What is wrong with you? He is not a thief, I'm trying to help you."

"I didn't ask for it." Aubrey mutters to herself. Harper isn't her friend so she sees no reason why she has to meddle into her business. Aubrey always declines whenever Harper invites her to hangout; the nineteen-year-old is busy with part time jobs and has no time to play around.

"Me telling you he is the Mayor's son is supposed to give you more reasons why he wouldn't steal from you." Harper speaks, getting slightly frustrated by the brown-haired girl, taller than her.

Aubrey pays little attention to her as she stares at the male figure in lost thoughts. He still hasn't moved, still staring in her direction and it seems like he is staring at the school's building behind her but she is still not sure because of his dark glasses.

"You said the thief took your toaster. Why would the mayor's son want your toaster? He probably has 10,000 of the same toaster at his home." Harper keeps pushing.

"But the red car though." Aubrey whispers in thought, realizing she saw that same red car outside her apartment that Friday night.

"That's a Lamborghini." Aubrey can audibly hear the delight in her voice. "Which also means there's no way he stole your 20-dollar toaster."

Aubrey's eyes widen when she sees the man slowly tilt his head to the left, then she sights a small smile appear on his lips, identical to the one on Friday. She squints her eyes at him; he's far away, so it's a little hard to detect what he is doing. But she is sure he is staring at her with that smile, which only proves her right; she's not letting him go this time.

"I don't care who he is, he wronged me and he's paying for it." Aubrey brushes Harper's hands away as she pulls the strap of her bag off her shoulder and begins marching towards the black-haired.

"Aubrey stop, you are mistaken." Joe calls from behind but it is all to deaf ears as Aubrey proceeds with an angry look.

When she is at the parking lot, she ignores the loud chatter of the students around her and focusses solely on the tall, male figure leaning on the red Lamborghini.

She halts about two meters away, suddenly feeling nervous and frightened as she stares at his facial features. She stays still, watching him pull out a cigarette and a lighter.

She has always disliked people who smoked and that only gets her more irritated by the situation.

He looks somewhat different under the afternoon, making his god-like beauty come to show; Aubrey is shocked by how unearthly he looks. Her eyes are trained on him. He makes a show of taking of the glasses, tucking it in his shirt as he flicks the cigarette, puffing out smoke. "Don't you want your toaster back?"

That six-worded statement fuels Aubrey's anger back in. She shakes off the nervousness and marches confidently towards him while holding her bag by the strap.

She stops right in front of him, raising her head to talk to him.

"Listen, kid." She starts.

He turns to her, throwing his cigarette away. He listens to her without uttering a word.

"You have no hair on your face, so don't act like you're older than me when you're not. And you have just made the biggest mistake of your life by breaking into the apartment of someone older than you and then trying to scare them with your insanity and stupidity. It seems like you weren't taught manners, so I'm going to teach you that you messed with the wrong person." She lifts her backpack to his face ignoring its heavy weight. "This bag is filled with four heavy political science textbooks so," She sticks out her left hand, "You have less than one minute to return my toaster from wherever the hell you kept it or else I'm beating you up with my bag."

That is who Aubrey was trained to be.