When Desire Strikes (18+)

GxB : The (Extra)Ordinary Store-clerk

Don't we all have these stores in our neighborhood whether we belong to a small, inconsequential town or a roaring with life and trade metro-city, which has been around since we can remember?

Mr. Hunt's Stationery is one such store. It has been there since I remember walking in to buy my first supplies when I started school. Hand-in-hand I remember walking in with my mother to get my first pencils, crayons, notepads and fancy stickers for my new books and bag.

Mr. Hunt had grown from a handsome, tall guy to a kind face behind glasses bent by age, but the sparkle in his eyes and kind words of encouragement were something that had stood the test of times.

The store was in the ground floor of a warehouse, the first floor turned into a flat which was inhabited by Mr. Hunt and his wife who unfortunately didn't have any kids. The front section of the ground floor the store was separated by a partition and the back including the second and third floors were actually used as a warehouse because Mr. Hunt was the biggest stationary supplier of our State but never did I see modesty abandon his behaviour.

Mr. Hunt's health had been failing since his wife's demise three months ago when I had just started my junior high. His nephew Ethan had come to stay with him on a permanent basis to help out. Hair as black as midnight, eyes brown with specks of gold hidden behind ordinary glasses and a physique of a lean athlete not that I had ever noticed him going for runs or at the local gym.

He was like the flame attracting the moths of our area who were eager to lose their virginity but not have any stories about it floating around at our school because he was home-schooled and planned on completing his engineering studies away from the mind-numbing education system. Mr. Hunt told my mother all that when he caught me staring at Ethan one day not that I was brave enough to ask either even if I wanted.

With broad hips, chocolate-brown hair and a petite bust, I guess I was the girl in our school who's features gave boys the strutting advertisement that I was begging for it. Not every girl planning on being an Art Major wants sex to be her inspiration but I guess my silence on the topic fuelled them further.

Crew, our school jock who'd been chasing me for weeks now followed me to the store when I went to get my monthly art supplies.

"Hey babe!!" Crew almost shouted in my right ear caging my waist with his left arm and pulling me aflush to his front, "are you avoiding me? You know i love the chase but it's getting tiresome!!"

Pushing him away I mumbled, "Why don't you stop then?" I'd never been one for fights or loud conversations.

Placing his arm possessively on the counter, Crew replied, "You know I can't let any girl of our school go to college without some experience."

My cheeks must have turned tomato at that statement and I stole a glance at Ethan who stood stoically behind the counter. Did his jaw just flex? Am imagining things now.

Following my line of sight, Crew looked at Ethan, "Don't worry about Ethan, babe. He's chill. He won't tell anyone. Would you Ethan?" At the last statement, Crew stretched his right hand towards the Parker double-point Ivory and Black fountain pen in Ethan's powder blue shirt pocket.

Ethan moved back before Crew's hand could reach it.

"Nice pen" Crew sniggered.

"It's an antique, not that you would know it!!" I mumbled but I guess it was loud enough for Crew to hear it.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair, Crew spat, "We have a Miss Know-it-all here!!" My eyes shut at the painful experience and that's when I missed Ethan moving out of the counter and twisting Crew's arm to force him to free my hair.