Her Street Fighter

14.

Chapter Fourteen
Nathaniel

I stood uncomfortably as I waited for the random girl in-front of me to stop talking. What was her name again?

My eyes sank as she kept starting conversations. Was it obvious I didn't want to be here? First I had to deal with Marebela, now Marebela got me into this mess with this girl.

Everything always led back to Marebela when my day routine was ruined.

"It's good to see you again. I better get going to work now. Maybe you should stop by, you know, without your little friend next time," she said. She winked at me before twirling in her heel and leaving the store.

Friend? Does she mean Marebela?

Was she flirting with me?

I wanted to find Marebela and get the hell out of here.

I hoped I never have to see the worker again.

I saw Marebela carrying her papers and supplies in her arms. There were so many things, they were about to fall out of her hands.

I grabbed them from her hands before they collapsed on the floor.

"Thank you," she mumbled.

I could tell something was bothering her by the lack of excitement in her voice. Her usual bubbly and chaotic expression was replaced with a ghostly frown.

What had made her so upset?

When it was our turn to pay in the line. She gave me a small smile before greeting the cashier.

I shoved the money on the counter and the chaser gave me a dirty look.

I could get her fired if I wanted to, but the way Marebela was looking at me, I knew she wouldn't approve of that.

God, since when did I care about what she thought or about her damn approval. I didn't. I didn't need her making her way into my thoughts and controlling my decisions.

"Look at me like that again and you'll lose your job," I threatened roughly. The cashiers eyes widened and she apologized profusely.

Marebela gasped from beside me.

"I'm so sorry! He did not mean that," Marebela said to the cashier.

The cashier refused to look at me and Marebela as she rung in our things without a word out of her mouth.

Once we were out of the store, Marebela's eyes could burn a whole in my head for how long she was glaring at me.

Her stare was ten times worse then the cashier.

"Keep staring at me like that and you'll be living on the streets." I threatened her just like I did to the worker.

She looked away from me but was still glaring at the sidewalk as if she was pretending it was me.

Eventually she looked back at me and her eyes softened with empathy she felt for the stranger in the store.

"You're such an asshole," she cried.

Here she goes again, stating facts everyone already knew.

"Tell me something I don't know," I responded. My voice was deep and unbothered.

"That poor girl was just doing her job," she said.

"I don't remember asking," I said grumpily.

I could see Marebela's eye twitch from the corner of my eye. She seemed annoyed with my reactions.