Marshall, You're Not Alone (GxG)

Chapter 4

"Four twenty," I told the customer who impatiently wanted to buy some tobacco.

Without saying a word, she placed the money on the counter and hastily left the store.

This area was full of odd people.

Checking the clock, the urge to finish this awful shift was growing by a second, but unfortunately, I still had about four hours to go.

Going to the back storage I decided to restock some items while no customers were in sight. Hearing my boss yell through the phone I saw his daughter sheepishly standing next to him.

At times like these, I was grateful for never meeting my parents. I preferred to be an orphan rather than having to deal with scum.

No matter how much this was what I wanted to believe a tiny spark of want has never left my heart.

Want after the knowledge of who they were. Was my mother a good person? Were they alive? And most importantly why did they abandon me...

There was a rule to never seek nor question otherwise you would drown yourself in the sea of what-ifs, however, no matter how hard you tried, sometimes even the heaviest baggage would surface from the depth of your mind.

Weakness.

Those moments were nothing else, but that. Fortunately, or not, I didn't have the time to even think about such things, busy with my poor attempts on surviving this crappy life.

Restocking some canned products, I heard a familiar voice that I knew all too well.

Peeking from behind a shelf I saw Tommy and his group of friends consisting of jocks and cheers.

Ugh. Lucky me, the last thing I wanted was to meet schoolmates at my work. Not because I was embarrassed by what I did, because I was most definitely not. However, I preferred to stay low and them knowing where I worked wasn't ideal.

Running back to the storage room I approached my boss who angrily typed on the computer, still not acknowledging his kid who just sat on the side playing on their phone.

"Boss," I called out. "Can I take a five minutes break?"

"Huh?!" he snapped away from the screen. "I don't have time right now, go back to work," he discarded me quickly with an unpleasant expression.

Gulping I sighed and hit the empty boxes on my way out, causing them to scatter around. Internally cursing I quickly placed them back up, and went to the front where Tommy and his friends already waited at the checkout with a bunch of beer in their hands.

"Finally," some girl I didn't know complained.

Rolling my eyes at her highness, I grabbed the beer and scanned it. Of course, they weren't of age, but if I refused, they would never let it go.

"Mars?"

Great.

"Yes?" I muttered getting my job done.

Tommy pushed through his friends and stood in front of me with his mouth slightly agape from shock.

"Didn't know you worked here!" he beamed as if it was a discovery of the century.

"Mhm," I hummed not getting into details.

Once everyone got their stuff, he was the last one to pay.

"Hey listen," he began with an odd tone, almost softer and more serious, which wasn't like him. "I won't let anyone know. Didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Furrowing my brows, I looked into his eyes with annoyance and a touch of surprise, not expecting him to be this considerate.

"I don't care," I lied.