What If

17

JENS P.O.V.

I watched his back as he turned away from me. His hands swayed back and forth on his sides. And I breathed out. I saw him jumped into his car and the door slammed so hard that I winced because of the impact. A moment later, the car blown out by the darkness. The nerve of that guy! Why do I have to met him again? He's so arrogant and rude. So full of him self. Okay, he's handsome and hot! But what's with pretty face anyway? If your attitude is rotten.

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Everything was already falling into place. I earned good grades and I have a job. I even saved up some of it for my account and I gave something for my mother. All thanks to Mr. Stephens and his good heart. And I've been buying some new dresses and shoes.

Today is weekend. And I can work full time on the shop. I'm so excited because I love spending my day there. I am amazed of the different shapes and colors of the chocolates. And it even tasted the best. Hershey was really the sweetest place.

" Woah! Got a new dress, baby?" Justin was the first to met me at the door. I rolled my eyes. He's always calling me endearments that sucks! I walked inside passing him on the door with a sour face.

" Why your so allergic with praises and admirations? Dont tell me your -"

" Now, stop that little brother!" A thundering voice of Mr. Shawn was heard all over. That made the costumers eyes glanced at us.

" What -? Not doin' anything, man!" Justin backed away shaking his head.

" Stop messing around. Your making her sick! Running out of girls, eh?" A mocking tone of the owner hummed.

" Okay, okay! Just kiddin' man! Im going off now!" He snapped with a last look on me.

I gave him a raised eyebrow. And even saw him mouthed a curse. I gave him a winning smile.

"Sorry for that bad ass, sweety. He's so damn hard to deal with but then Im left with no choice. He's still my brother." The owner smiled at me shyly. He apoligized often to his employees even when he don't have to. He's the owner after all.

" That fuckin' bad ass of a boy is my brother! Can you believe that?" He hummed that his British accent was so clear.

I gave him a soft knowing smile. I understand him completely. My sister was just like his brother. Spoiled and a flirt. And I also shared the same wonders why she's my sister.

"Nah. That's allright, Mr. Macolle. My sister was just like him. Maybe even worse. And he doesn't snatch your jeans or shirts. "I laugh. Remembering how my sister often used my new dresses without permission.

Our funny conversation was then interrupted when we heard a groan on the back.

" I thought you comin' to my auction, cousin?" The voice was so familiar.

"Was I even invited.? I heard Mr. Macolle chukled when he saw who it was.

And when turned to look around,I was startled to see the boy who once occupied my thoughts. And sometimes in the most weird situation of my dreams. This is the first time I saw him on daylight. And he's realling dashing!

I stood there. Wide eyes and with a strange trembling heart. I began to recall those nights that I was able to feel his touch when he grabbed my arm. And the strong intensity of his arms when he was holding my waist. I felt his eyes transferred to my face. And right there and then, I stood frozen on my spot. As I gazed at his beautiful green eyes.

" Never thought you had pretty little thing being kept here, my dear cousin." He smirked.

And I gasped when his dimples peered out. I swallowed hard. What's fucking wrong with me? Im not used to feel lustful things but here I am trembling and imagining wierd possibilities with a guy I only met twice.

" Jennifer's working here part time. And yeah, she's really pretty." My boss grinned wide.

I felt uneasy and uncomfortable. Standing here with two guys talking about me was so awkward and embarrassing.

I bowed my head slowly and cough a little to send them the message.

" So Jennifer, huh? Not bad." The boy with green eyes said.

" You...are...so...mean, cousin!" I heard my boss's awful voice slowly spelled the words. My lips curved a smile at his funny gestures.

" You know American sucks!" The respond was so full of bitterness. That brought my eyes to his face.

" Still not moved on with that shit?"

" None of your business, man" -

" It is. Since your here at my shop! For Christ's sake that was so long ago -"

" I said thats not fuckin' your damn business!"

I was so shocked. So sick from what I have witnessed. My eyes transferred from my boss's hard face to the guy's flushed red face.

" Fuck! The weather was so -"

Just as Justin entered the shop. But was stopped when he saw the strange faces of the people at my front.

" Woah! What's wrong? Look at your selves, you fuckin' assholes! Did I missed something here?'" He laughed so loud.

He dropped his jacket on the counter and slammed his self at the vacant chair. Looking at his brother and cousin with amusement eyes.

" Ayeh! Ready for a wrestling? You guys so funny! Always doin' the same shit when you two met!" He grawled. And laughed so hard that his eyes became to watered.

I didn't moved. Nor flinched. I don't want to attract their attention. I'm so scared that I felt the throbbing of my heart pounding from deep inside. What's with this family? Seems like there's a very sacred secret lurking inside. And who's really this guy with green eyes? Why did he hated America but was still living here in America? He was so bitter when he said how he hated America. Why was he still here, anyway? Im so confused and my mind was so full of questions. But I know Im not in the position to gossips about their personal life issues. Its just that my curiousity was hard to stop.