Chapter 2

So I have a choice to make. It's either I visit my sister at the hospital and risk them kicking us out because of the deposit I'm still yet to pay or I don't go and my subconscious kills me with guilt for leaving my sister with strangers while she's fighting for her life.

I'm not stupid nor heartless. Of course, I'm going to my sister. I just need to eat first though. I got back very late from my shift yesterday and forgot to eat. I slept off immediately I got back. My fridge is nearly empty save for some chees and milk that I'm sure is almost expired.

Remembering that I got my paycheck yesterday, I take $50 out of it and decide to get groceries. I should probably cook something for I and Clara. Home cooked food would do us both some good right now. I've been leaving off microwaved leftovers and take outs for the past two weeks. Pizza has started irritating me. Ugh.

As I'm taking the grocery bag, thunder rumbles and a pained groan leaves my mouth. I just hope I can get to Walmart before the rain starts. My hair is so going to smell...

I start looking for my umbrella only to remember that it is broken. I'm royally screwed. I have just one embarrassing choice left. My shower cap.

I quickly take it from the bathroom and push all my mini twists under it. Well, I'm good to go.

I push my phone into my back pocket and leave the house. The sky looks so gloomy. The rain is definitely going to be heavy.

Today is off to a bad start because the minute I take a step out of my house, the rain comes down heavily. Well, it's too late to turn back now. I start running as if my life depends on it. It kinda does though if you think about it. I can't afford to be under this rain for long if not I risk catching a horrible cold.

After what seems like a thousand years of being beaten with a whip of rain, I finally reach the doors of Walmart.

Thankfully, their AC is not switched on so I don't have to worry about freezing to death anytime soon. I greet the cashier and head to the fast food section. As I'm contemplating on which coffee to take because of the prices, a cart full of purely chocolate and sweets drop to my side.

Why would anyone eat this much sweets? Not judging though. What's my business?

Thankfully, I finally pick the coffee I want, scratch that, the coffee I can afford. As I turn, something hits me hard and I trip. I find myself on the ground and suddenly I'm looking up at the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen.

His chiseled features and piercing blue eyes immediately drew me in. His dark wavy hair fell a little bit to the left side of his face and in the most messy but perfect way. He is dressed una crisp white t-shirt and a pair of joggers that screams old money. Standing tall at probably 6'3, he has a fit and athletic build. The t-shirt hugs his upper body perfectly and outlines his abs. I have never been a sucker for abs but baby! This one hits different and it's just the outline I've seen.

Thoughts that have never come up in my head in my 24 years of life start growing roots and wings out of nowhere. Talking about heads.... My head! I wince internally remembering that my granny like shower cap is still on my head. Shit! Talk about first impressions. Send help!

Will be be a gentleman and help me up? Maybe when he does, we can have a chat and something mo-

"Pick them up". A deep velvety voice snaps me out of my daydreams.

"What?"

He points his finger towards the shopping cart that has been toppled sideways. It contains chocolates. Lots of them.

Oh so he is the owner of the cart I saw earlier. But why should I be the one to pick them up? He made me fall and now I'm to blame? You've got to be kidding me. Any ounce of a crush I developed in the past two minutes immediately disappears and is replaced by anger. The nerve of this fine looking man.

I put my hands on the floor and lean back slightly. I look at him and the cart alternatively and burst into laughter.

For a second, a split second, I saw his eye twitch. In amusement or anger, I could care less really.

"What's so funny?". He asks with a tone that clearly says that he isn't as amused as I am.

"You. You are very funny. Try looking into a career as a comedian. You made me fall, didn't say sorry and you even have the nerve to tell me to pack up your stuff. You must be joking". All traces of laughter disappear from my features. I stand up from the group and dust my hands.

I slowly walk up to him while putting a twist behind my ear.

"Your personality is a stark contrast to your taste".

I turn away from him and bend down to pick my coffee from the floor. I still need to get solid food or something. He is still standing there when I turn back only this time his aloof look is now deadly. Meh! Good riddance to bad rubbish.

After getting some foodstuffs I can survive on for the next few days, I go to the cashier with them. While waiting for the person in front of me to finish up, a white t-shirt is suddenly blocking my view. Oh! It's the jerk from before.

Without any regard for those that were there before him, he drops his full cart of chocolates and basically every type of sweet thing in this place. That man is going to be on a diabetes treatment soon, mark my words.

Right before my eyes, the audacious cashier starts checking out his items. The fuck?!

"Hey! I was here before him. This is wrong. Moreover, my stuff is way smaller compared to his". I push my way to the front to face the cashier. She is too busy smiling seductively at him to even assimilate a word I'm saying.

"Ma'am, I'll be done soon. Just calm down". The bitch is still smiling at the guy. Honestly I might kill someone if they are not careful.

"Answer me now. This is just because of his face and your urge to fuck him, isn't it?". That's enough to snap her out of her fantasies.

If looks could kill, I would be 6ft under by now.

"Who do you think you are talking to that way?". She snarls.

"A thirsty ass bitch. But be for real bitch, you can always fuck him right after I leave. Well, that's if he can overlook the smell of desperado that you reek of". Done with this horrible day and also knowing that she won't attend to me after this, I drop my cart on the counter.

"Bye Felicia!". I feel eyes on me as I leave. I resist to look back at whoever it is. That girl must be fuming though. I should probably go and get some McDonald's. I don't think I can make it to the hospital today. They have successfully destroyed my mood.