The One for Me

Chapter 2: A Tricky One

IAN
The boy at the door walked through, going through each aisle, knocking off all the food off the shelves. I looked at Kash, who didn't seem to care at all. "Are you going to do something?" He stood there in silence, as if nothing was happening. I was furious. Who the fuck did this kid think he is? Coming in, knocking off food on the shelves. He was a dick, and he needed a good beat down. I started to walk over, my feet thudding on the ground. "What are you doing?" Kash whispered, obviously not wanting that kid to hear him. "Stopping him."
"Don't!" I ignored his words, and I stormed over to this bastard who thought he was too good. "What the hells your problem bro?" I yelled, pushing this kid. "What the fuck is your problem you little shit?" The kid yelled back. He walked up, with his face all up in mine. "Get the fuck out." I said calmly, trying my best to piss him off. "Or what?"
"Or I'll do it myself." I exclaimed.
"Go on then. I'm right here motherfucker!"

I grabbed his shirt, and I punched him. Shit, that felt good, but before I could celebrate, this kid has pushed me onto the floor, then started to punch my jaw. I could feel the blood running down my face, I could feel my jaw in pain. I felt dizzy, I thought I was about to faint, but the punching suddenly just stopped. I opened my eyes, and realised that Kash had managed to pull the kid off me. "Get out, and don't come back." He helped me up, and ran around to his counter. He pulled out an ice pack, then quickly ran back to me and held it on my face. "I told you not to do anything!" He yelled, my head still spinning from what just happened. "You can have today off. Go back home and rest." I looked at him, and he could tell I was trying to say thank you, I just wasn't able to use my words.

I arrived home, freezing my ass off, all while trying to process the event that had just happened. As soon as Fiona saw me, she ran towards me in shock, giving me the tightest hug she's ever given me. "What happened Ian? Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I just fell over while at work." I knew she could tell I was lying, but she didn't argue with me because of the state I was in. "Okay, then go have a shower and warm up, and remember to put an ice pack on afterwards as well." I nodded at her, but as I walked away, I could feel the shame overcoming my body. The shower was hot, the steam floating through the room. So many thoughts ran through my mind. One second, I couldn't take my eyes off him, the next second, I'm punching him. Did I like him or not? It was confusing. Why would I like a little shit like him? He was trashing the place and didn't give a single fuck. I tried to get it out of my mind, but I couldn't. Seeing him walk through the door kept replaying in my mind, like a movie, and I couldn't stop it.

I got downstairs, grabbed and ice pack and a beer, and sat down on the couch, turning on the TV. I was trying to relax, or trying to ignore what happened. I couldn't tell which. It took me a while to finally settle down, but there was a knock at the door. Oh no, was this that same kid? Was he coming back for more? Fiona walked towards the door. I tried stopping her, but it was too late. He was there to hurt me, and I was freaking the fuck out. Fiona opened the door, and I prepared myself for a beat down, but instead, it was Kash. "I'm just here to see Ian."
"Who the hell are you?"
"Ian's manager."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise. Please, come in sir." Kash walked through, and saw the state I was in. He looked at me and sighed. "I told you to leave it." He whispered. I answered angrily, but trying to whisper so Fiona wouldn't hear. "He was trashing the shop Kash. What the hell do you expect me to do?" He looked at me with a stern face. "I told you to leave it for a reason." I was confused. Why the fuck would I stand there and watch? I wanted to help Kash, but all he wanted was for me to leave it. "You need to know something."
"What?"
"That kid is no one to mess around with."
"Why, because he'll punch me?" I laughed a bit, but Kash had no expression. My smile had faded. "This kid is Mickey Milkovich."