Runaway Love

Chapter 8: Heartbreak

Grocery stores.

Two words that defined my whole life. Food was the definition of Blaise Randall. I never even knew how life changing Ding Dongs and Cosmic Brownies could be!

Where would I be without the comfort of ice cream? Or the very amazing Oreos that know just how to make you actually have emotions? The answer to those questions is nowhere.

"Why is this place called Price Cutter if the prices are so expensive?" I grumbled, throwing a bag of Doritos into the almost full carriage.

"If you think this place is expensive, try some other grocery stores. They make my head spin." He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Yes!" I ran to the Nutter Butters and held them up to my gleaming face.

"No." Instantly, I started frowning. How can he deprive me from my happiness so easily?

"But...Cameron! Please!" I yelled, which made people give us dirty looks.

"Blaise, don't throw a tantrum. Please calm down." I stomped my feet in circles and made a really angry face.

We both started laughing, when peoples stares became more freaked out by a 18 year old acting like a child.

"Fine. Just get them." I jumped up and down, then threw the Nutter Butters into the carriage along with the other extremely unhealthy food.

"Hey, dude." I looked up to see a group of guys with football jackets on. Must be jocks. They were talking to Cameron, but I couldn't help but overhear.

"Hey, wassup, man." They all 'guy hugged' each other, before their stares came to me.

"Hi." I waved my hand awkwardly, trying to avoid talking to them. This is pathetic.

"Holy crap! You got to put all this back!" One of them said while picking up a pack of Oreos from the carriage. Uh, hell no! No one touches my food.

"Yeah, dude, tryouts are next weeks. You won't be able to run that fast with all this in your system." Cameron started panicking. You could easily tell by the way his mouth opened and closed, like he couldn't find the words to speak. This was just so weird to watch.

"Oh, yeah. All this stuff is hers." Cameron pointed at me and my jaw dropped immediately.

"What are you talking about? I don't eat these! Or these!" I held up a pack of Twinkies and Honey Buns. How dare he try to blame ALL of this on me?

"It's okay. They might call you fat ass a few times, but let's get real. You're putting on a few. Just being honest." Cameron shrugged, while patting his stomach. I blinked to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Someone hold my hoops. I'm about to go off on his ass.

"No, you know what. Let me be real with you, big boy. You're a real dickhead. Sorry for embarrassing you, but you know what I'm not sorry for? This." I slapped him really hard right across the face and his so called friends started chanting.

"What the hell is your problem?" He shouted, holding his hand to his cheek.

"My problem? You insulted me! I'm defending myself because I know you are way too chicken to ever admit the truth! You're a coward, Cameron! Man up, because I'm taking the blame for this one, but just wait till I'm not around. Screw you for making me think you were actually nice. You're just an asshole in disguise. Good news is I'm finally not fooled by you anymore." I let out a breath. Whoa. Now that took courage.

"Don't worry, fellas. She's just mad I wouldn't bang her last night."

"See this finger. It's for you." I held up my middle finger and stormed off. He's probably bragging about all the times we 'had sex', when in all reality, zero is the amount of times we did it. What a little asshole...