Falling for my enemy

A bitch

My POV
I get off the bus after school, feeling kind of tired, but that doesn't matter now. It's my first day at work, I have to look presentable. I hope the job isn't too boring, I mean, I'm only gonna sell stuff? It won't be that hard. Also, I'll meet my new coworker today. It's gonna be fun.

As I'm walking to the shop I see it's still closed. I guess he's not here? Oh well, I have the keys, I'll just start working then.
I start setting up stuff, and getting things ready, I was told to do so yesterday. It's a nice shop, very small and cute. I felt comfortable here.

As I'm unpacking packages, I hear the door open. It must be him, he's actually late, his shift started 15 min ago. I was about to turn around, when I heard
"Wait a minute—"
I turned, and saw him.
"The girl from the club...?" He says.
It's him.
I froze. What am I supposed to say..
"You...are...the..son.." I say.
He looks at me confused.

He wore a white bottom up shirt, his sleeves was rolled up, and he had messy hair, as if he just woke up.
He slides his hand through his hair. He looks disappointed. You were the one being a jerk? I'm the one who should be disappointed here.

"Whatever.." he says, while walking in the mini wardrobe to get ready.
I simply get back to what I was doing.
"You got to be kidding me.." I mumble to myself.
"Calm down, it's fine, it's okay" I continue.
"Nope, you know it isn't" he pops up all of sudden. He's standing in front of the desk, as a cashier. His hands leaning on the desk forward, looking straight at me.

"Whatever, just don't talk to me and we'll both be fine" I say.
He laughs. "Sure"
He has a stupid smirk on his face. I want to physically slap his smirk off. Just by looking at him I get annoyed. Working with him is gonna be tough. I would rather end up homeless...

I collect myself and get back to unpacking the packages. It won't open, it just won't. My hands are getting sweaty, I'm stressing, specially knowing he is still watching.

"Your not supposed to open it like that"
"Like what.." I say annoyingly.
He sighs, "Like that" he says, while walking up to me. He takes the package from my hands and rips off the tape on the sides.
"See" he says, while handing me the package.

I take it and walk to the desk. Unpacking the things, trying to avoid looking at him.
"Not even a thank you?"
I can hear him smirking. Again, makes me want to rip every inch of him to shreds. He has this energy that makes him 10 times more annoying. Everything he does annoys me at this point.
He did help me though. I guess it's impolite to not thank him.

"I could have opened it myself"
No, why did I say that... it's impossible to say thank you, it's IMPOSSIBLE to be nice to him. I can't help myself.

"Yeah right.. let me bring another package, let's see how that works out for you?" He says.
He's getting annoyed, a lot actually, I can see it. Fair enough..
"Seriously, if we're gonna work together then might as well try to get along" he snaps at me.

"No, thank you" I say with a sarcastic smile.
"Oh god..your acting like a bit—" he stops mid sentence.
"A what?" I say.
"Um, a.. forget it"
"No, say it" I cross my hands, and look straight into his eyes.

He try's to avoid eye contact, but eventually looks at me.

"A bitch"

A bitch? Right.. IM the bitch here. No really, IM acting like a bitch?
"You—-" I get cut off when a customer walks in.

We both immediately stop looking at each other, and get back to work.

First day of work... nice...