I sit on the couch, thinking of something to do. I've already done the chores Greg, my boyfriend, had assigned for me. But I should check everything just in case. I don't want to get in trouble like I do most of the time. Greg always finds something that I didn't do right. Once I got slapped for not sweeping the bathroom. But I guess I need to do my job.
So after I checked everything, I had nothing else to do but watch TV. I watched Meet the Fockers for about half an hour then decided that it was time to cook dinner for Greg. He would be home in an hour. So I went to the fridge and looked for something to cook. But there was nothing there good enough for dinner. There was lunch meat, cheese, pepperoni, milk, eggs, bacon… This wasn't dinner food. Greg was going to be so mad. I checked the freezer and there wasn't much. Just some ice cream and a frozen apple pie. Crap I was in trouble. I look in the cabinets and couldn't find anything good enough.
I quickly went to my purse in the bedroom and saw that I had thirty dollars. I put on my white sandals and left the house to run to the grocery store. I didn't have a car because Greg thought that I would leave him or cheat on him. So I just ran as fast as I could.
How could I have been so stupid? It was grocery-shopping day every Sunday, Tuesday, and Friday. Dang it. I was running to the store crying. What a sight I was. I was running down the street in my brown shorts that I cut from my sweatpants, a white v-neck, and my hair in a messy bun. I must have looked like a crazy person. But I didn't care, all I was thinking about is how Greg would punish me if I didn't have dinner ready by the time he got home.
I finally made it to the store in tens minutes, I was sweaty and out of breath. I must have looked crazy because people were starring at me. I was so embarrassed. I ran to the back of the store to the meat area. I picked up some beef and then I ran to the frozen vegetables and got a pack of broccoli. Then I ran to go get mash potato mix, some lemonade mix, and a block of cheese. I went to the check out lanes and there was an empty one so I hurried and put my stuff on the counter for scanning.
"Find everything okay miss?" The teen-ish looking clerk said. He was trying to sound all deep but it was so fake.
"Yes!" I said out of breath. I was breathing all super hard.
"Good, your total is twenty six dollars and eighty two cents."
Oh thank God I had enough. I took my wallet out of my purse but my hands were so shaky that I dropped it. I bent over to get it and hit my head on the counter. The clerk asked if I was alright but I brushed it off. I picked up my wallet carefully this time and opened it. There was no money in it. WHAT? I thought back and realized that I left it on the dresser. SHIT.
"Is there a problem miss?" Clerk boy said.
"I left my money at home." I said in monotone. I could feel the tears in my eyes falling. Why was I so stupid? I never get things right. Never.
"I'm sorry miss but there's nothing I can do. Maybe hold your stuff for you but I can't let you have these until you pay. I'm sorry." I just stood there letting his words sink in. He couldn't let me pay him back later.
"Why can't I just pay you back you back tomorrow? I'm good for it. I've never stole anything in my life. Please you don't understand. I'll be in so much trouble. So much trouble." I said letting the tear run down my cheeks. The clerk look sympathetic but he just shook his head.
"I'll pay for it." A husky voice said next to that scared the living day lights out of me. I turned to look at him. He was so good looking. He was wearing beige pants with a white t-shirt that barely fit because he was so buff.
Then I saw another good looking buff guy behind him, he was I little shorter and looked a little younger. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt that was too tight also. They both looked like Natives. My heart was racing. I was in awe but I was also scared. They were just starring at me. They looked like they could beat me for holding up the line.
The taller and cuter one handed me a twenty and a ten dollar bill, and smiled like I was some beautiful soul or something. Yeah right. I was a dumb brunette, that's what I was. I hesitated but took it with a half smile. I was so embarrassed. Here I was holding up the line and this hot guy had to give me money like I was some charity case. God I must have looked stupid. I thanked the hot guy and gave the clerk the money. I noticed that the guys had a cart full of meat. Gees, it was a lot of food.
"We're having a bonfire," the tall one said still starring at me. He scared me again. He must have caught me looking at the food. The shorter one just laughed. Crap. He probably thought I was a homeless person the way I was starring at his food. The tall one shot him a glance and he stopped laughing but smiled. The clerk bagged my food but wasn't doing it fast enough and gave me the change. I quickly handed the change to the tall one. Not looking him in the eye, I kept my eyes on my toes.
"Keep it. It's okay."
"No I couldn't, but thank you for everything." I gave him his money not even looking at him.
"What a nice young man." An old lady joyfully said who was standing behind the shorter one. I half smiled at her and looked up at the tall boy again and he just smiled at me like I was something worth looking at. Ugh. I wasn't so why was he?
"Thank you so much," I smiled the best I could but it probably didn't look convincing. I turned to get my bags.
"No problem beautiful," I shot my head in his direction quick looking dumbfounded. He starred into my eyes like he was looking for something and just smiled a warm smile. I could feel my eyes water, Greg called me ugly all the time. This boy must have been trying to cheer me up. But he didn't need to lie. That hurt me that he lied.
"Liar" I said under my breath while picking up my bags.
"What?" He said in disbelief. He looked really hurt that I said that.
"Uh, nothing." Oops, I said that a little too loud.
"But you are beautiful."
"Yea yea sure." I quickly grabbed all the bags and rushed out the store. I ran down the street trying to get home as fast as I could. I was half way home when my right sandal broke. Shit. I kicked it off and kept running. I didn't care who saw me. I needed to get home.
I got to my house and Greg's truck was there. Damn. He must have got off early. I got my keys out and went to open the door but he beat me to it. I just starred at him. He looked real pissed off. I just starred at his muscles waiting for him to punch me in the face.