Moonbroch

The Tether

None too happy was Fox when Tommy Davis walked into her mum's shop the next day. She was busy setting up some bottles of natural cough remedies when the little bell on the door tinkled. Glancing over, she immediately cringed at the sight of the tall boy. He had dark reddish brown hair, cut similarly to Julius Caesar. His dead, grey-blue eyes scanned the shop until they landed on the curly, redhead.

"Hatchett," Tommy smirked, intimidatingly walking up to her.

"Davis," Fox scrunched her nose at him, as if she smelt rotten eggs. "What do you want? There's no dogs for you to steal here."

He laughed, pressing his tongue against his cheek. "Still mad about that I see."

"You tried to steal my fucking dog! And don't get me started on all the other shit you've pulled in the attempt to beat me." She huffed, storming to the other side of the store. He followed behind, leering over her. "No need to be so bitchy, and it was a joke, learn to take it. But I guess I understand, it must suck being second best to me."

Her eye twitching, Fox slammed a wooden bowl down on a display before turning to him. "May I remind you that you only won last year because of that mother of yours. You're not actually good, nepotism is just on your side. If it was fair, every one of those trophies in that hobbit hole of yours would be mine. Now tell me what you want before I throw you out."

With a sour face, he presented an army green coat. That's the jacket I gave to Ally-Rose, she ripped it out of his hands, not liking the thought of Tommy touching her stuff. "My cousin said you gave this to her. No offence, but I don't want a jacket from a muck such as yourself in my house."

"Tch, than don't have your cousin walking around in a snow storm dressed like it's the beginning of Fall," she snorted, tossing the jacket aside. "If that's it, you can get out now."

"Not very nice to your customers I see," Tommy sniffed, turning around. "Say what you want Hatchet, but I'm winning the Qanuk Race this year, maybe I'll let you kiss my trophy after I cream you again."

She snapped, chasing the boy out of the shop. "You arrogant prick!"

The door slammed behind him, making him jump slightly. I ought a skin him, Fox glared at Tommy's silhouette as he walked away. The thumping of her mother coming downstairs, made her jump up and run back to what she was originally doing.

"Fox, what was that noise?"

Wilma Hatchet came down the stairs, cocking a brow at her daughter. She was a petite woman with blonde, curly hair and a sharp attitude. Her eyes were bright like diamonds, blue like sapphires. She moved up to her daughter, being a foot shorter than her.

"A customer just closed the door a little too hard," Fox muttered, placing another bottle on the shelf. "That's all."

Mrs. Hatchet huffed, glaring out of the bay window. "I swear people think hinges are indestructible. And it's winter no less!"

"Yeah," Fox mumbled, brushing off her apron awkwardly. Mrs. Hatchet stormed over to the register, cussing under her breath. Thank God Mum wasn't down here when Tommy entered, the girl relaxed. That idiot has all of White Bridge's mothers wrapped around his finger, God knows why. Mum really likes him though, she shivered, disgusted. Can't count how many times she tried to tell me to pursue that disgusting rat.

A buzz in her back pocket made Fox check her phone. Yes, finally, she grinned as she quickly ran outback and pulled off her apron. I don't mind working in Mum's shop but I'm getting tired of the weird shifts she's giving me. Dressing in her heavy snow gear, Fox began to leave out the back door when Mrs. Hatchet walked up to her.