The Jean Jacket

Chapter one

I look to the storefront of the thrift shop that was steadily becoming my comfort zone.  I'm going to spend way too much money in this place if I'm not careful.  I hop out of the drivers seat, making sure I have my bag and that the doors on my car are securely locked before heading inside. 

I take my usual route to the book section, looking for authors or titles I recognize. 
No such luck.
I wish my life were more like a romance novel.  Not the type where the heroine is in dire need of saving from the heroic knight in shining armor.  More like the type where a girl gets swept off her feet by the alluring bad boy. 

Pfffft.
Get your head back on your shoulders Everest. 

Feeling slightly disappointed at the books -and dramatically enough, life- I make my way over to the clothing section.

And then I see it.  My eyes land on this beautiful Jean jacket over on a rack in the men's.  You know that feeling when you find that perfect piece of clothing in a thrift shop? Like the stars align and earth slows down its pathetic lap around the gassy bright star? This was that moment.  I excitedly make a bee-line for the jacket and as I'm reaching out for the jacket my hand bumps someone else's.  Annoyed, I look up into the emerald green eyes of this gorgeous man.  I'm startled by how absolutely beautiful he is.   dark curly hair, tanned skin, very muscled. 

We just stand there for a second staring at each other before I blurt out,

"I saw it first!"

I mentally facepalm as he gives me an amused smile. 

"Oh, is that right miss...?"

As he's already getting on my last nerve, I don't give this greek god of a man the satisfaction of knowing my name.  After all, you know how Zeus treated women.

This man is smokin hot.  At my solid 5'0, he towers over me at at least 6'0, maybe more. 

Like I said, Greek god. 

I match his attitude with an award winning smile of my own.

"Yes that is correct." 
I coat my words with sweet, sweet honey.  what can I say?  No one gets in the way of me and my thrifting.  Not even this breathtaking ruggedly handsome piece of-  ok ok, you get the point.  He's hotter than a ghost pepper in the middle of the Sahara.   

"But it was in the men's.  Therefore I have dibs, I'm afraid"
He again looks at me with that annoying smirk, that looks both amused, annoyed, and intrigued at the same time. 

I want to smack it right off that smug face.

But alas,  instead I plaster that fake smile on my face.  I try to make my words sound as sickly sweet as humanly possible as I say,
"What about ladies first?  Isn't that what gentleman do?"

He rolls his eyes -actually rolls his eyes at me.  The lion, the witch, and the sheer audacity of this bitch-  and bends down so that we're on a more even playing field.

"What if I'm not a gentleman?"

I'm taken aback for a few seconds before the anger sets in.  How dare he!  My blood is boiling.  I quickly decide that this asshole isn't worth my precious time.  I knew I was spot on with that Greek god analyzation,  we've all hear the stories of the poor women they terrorized.  And rather than be treated like that, i turn on my heel and hastily walk away.  I force myself to look through the rest of the store.  Not looking back in his direction once. 

How can a stranger get such a reaction out of me? What's wrong with you Everest! Pull yourself together woman!

Still royally pissed off, I make my way to the front of the store.  After going through the checkout lane with my purchases,  I stalk out the door.  As I'm nearing my car I notice a bag hanging on my driver side mirror.  I swing my small black backpack off my shoulder and quickly pull out my pepper spray.  This girl is not getting kidnapped.  I flick off the safety and slowly walk towards my car.  After inspecting the backseat, under the car, and the trunk, I then peek at the bag. I can't tell what's inside but I don't think it's a bomb so I pick it up and hop inside my car.  I immediately flick the door locks.  I look around the parking lot to see if I see anything suspicious because hey, you never know. 

Deciding I'm not in immediate danger, I once again peek inside the bag. 

There's no way.  There's no freaking way. 

Astonished,  I pull the jean jacket out of the bag.  I unfold the jacket and a note flitters into my lap.  I gingerly pick it up and inspect it.
It says,

"To the jacket girl with the spicy attitude"

And under that it has a phone number scribbled on.  

Well, this isn't how I expected today to go.

I hope you guys like this chapter! :)
I worked hard to get this story off the ground, the first chapter is always the hardest to write. But now it's up and running so future chapters should be coming quicker!

Much love,
Snowy