𝑨 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 - Chapter Ten

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Note: Sorry I haven't been publishing for the past two days, I've been really busy and have has a very stressful week, especially for the past few days. So, so, so sorry again. Anyways please enjoy! :)

The sounds of a Dove singing sounded outside your window. Recently you just found out a pair of Doves built a small nest on the outside of your window, with now small eggs resting inside the cozy nest. Day to day, mostly after school, you'd run home to check on the eggs from the other side of the window, waiting excitedly for them to hatch.

You laid on your bed, your nose in a book. You slightly smiled and laughed at some funny parts in the story. Suddenly a knock came at your door.

You looked up and called out. "Come in!" The door gently opened, revealing your father. He gave you a smile before making his way over to you.

"Hey Y/n if you don't mind, can you go to the Grab n' Go that's just five to ten minutes away from here and pick up some things for me? I haven't had the time to go." You smiled and nodded, setting the book down.

"Yeah, sure. What do you want me to get you?" You asked, grabbing your sneakers that rested next to your bed. Your dad sent you a thankful smile before handing you a small notepad.

"All the stuff I need will be written down on here. I have money on the counter in the kitchen for you to use. You can grab a snack if you want."

You nodded before giving him a small 'thanks.' Your dad sent you a curt nod before leaving the room. You put your sneakers on, and gently brushed your hair out from it being slightly messy due to laying on the bed.

You exited your room and headed over to the kitchen, grabbing the money off the surface of the counter and tucking it away in your back pocket. "I'm off dad!" You yelled out. "Alright, see you in a bit!" Your dad called back. You headed towards the front door and opened it, entering the morning air.

You grabbed your bike and rode off into the direction of the infamous Grab n' Go. Wind brushed gently through your hair as you continued to bicycle through the neighborhood. Several minutes tick by as you reach closer and closer to your destination until finally, the Grab n' Go is in sight.

You peddled over to the bike rack, jumping off and setting a lock between your bike and the rack before heading inside. The bell on the glass door lets out a small ring, as you earned a small 'welcome in' from the cashier. You nodded towards the cashier as a reply before pulling the notepad out.

Your eyes scanned over the list of things written down, all ranging from drinks to laundry detergent. Once you read all that was necessary, you walked over to the several different isles, grabbing the listed  items.

Once you grabbed all the things your dad needed, you counted the total amount of money needed for buying the items. You had several dollars left to buy yourself a snack, so you happily made your way over to the snack isle and grabbed (snack of your choice).

Satisfied with yourself, you walked over to the check out area and set the stuff in front of the cashier who began inputting the items. "That will be a total of Twenty dollars and 43 cents, please." You nodded before pulling a twenty and a dollar out before handing it to the cashier, who happily took it.

"Thank you for coming-" But the cashier froze once the bell of the door rang, revealing who entered. Raising an eyebrow in confusion, you turned towards where the cashier was looking and saw a boy who seemed to be a year or two older than you with beautiful, curly blonde hair. 'He seems familiar...' You thought, staring at the boy who glared at several people. Then it clicked.

It was the boy from weeks ago who was dragged out of the school by police due to him beating the living crap out of somebody. You saw the cashier slightly quiver before scurrying away to the back room. You turned your attention back onto the boy, who immediately made a beeline for the pinball machine.

You turned away from the rather handsome boy to set the rest of your stuff in the plastic bag that the cashier didn't finish with. "Shit!" You heard the boy angrily curse, slamming his fist onto the pinball machine. The boy continuously searched his pockets for a quarter, but resulted in finding nothing which caused his anger to rise by the second.

The boy roughly kicked the pinball machine, catching the attention of several shoppers, who widened their eyes upon realizing who it was. Searching through your pockets, you pulled the extra change out of your pockets, seeing several quarters rest in palm of your hand.

Slowly, you walked over to the fuming boy, gently tapping his shoulder. He immediately spun around to you, anger evident on his face. "The hell do you want?!" He asked dangerously, his voice rising. Several people look at you in worry and fear for your safety, for they knew what this boy is capable of.

You didn't flinch, and even gave the boy a sweet smile, causing him to become slightly confused. You held your hand out to him revealing several quarters in your palm. "I saw you didn't have any quarters for the game, so I thought you'd need some." You spoke softly, gently placing the quarters in his rough, calloused hand.

The boy stared at you in wonder, confused on why you weren't scared of him like everybody else was. You send him a bright smile, causing his face to go pink before quickly turning towards the machine and placing a quarter in.

He set his hands down onto the machine as his blushing face soon turned into a focus one. Curious, you walked to the side of the machine, seeing a small ball in the machine move around. You have to admit, the boy is really good at playing.

"Wow, you're really good!" You exclaim, watching the game in wonderment.

"I know." The boy curtly replied in a slightly aggressive way. However, for some reason it didn't faze you in the slightest.

"I'm Y/n." You spoke up, your eyes never being taken off the machine. The boy scoffed and ignored you. After several minutes, the boy scored a load of points causing him to smirk in victory.

"Wow, I wish I could play as well as you. You're amazing." You spoke cheerfully. The boy rolled his eyes.

"Well, you can never be as good as me."

You slightly frowned, furrowing your eyebrows. "Well, we'll see." You spoke shortly before walking towards the double doors. For the first time, the boy looked up from the game and looked at your retreating form.

"Vance." He spoke up, causing you to stop in your tracks.

"What?" You question, turning towards him.

"My names Vance. Now leave doll face." He spoke rudely, turning back to his game. You smiled before leaving.

'You're an interesting one dollface, I'll give you that...' Vance thought, smirking before placing another quarter in.

End Of Act Eleven