All Eyes On Me

Chapter 10

"Got em." Cameron says walking down the cereal aisle, throwing a box of tampons up in the air and catching them. He threw them in the cart, making a dull flat sound as they collided with the cans of soup.

I ignore him and put some Frosted Flakes into the grocery cart, and push it along.

"What? You’re ignoring me because I went and picked out tampons for your friend?" He asks me like it’s no big deal.

"Do you not find anything wrong there in that sentence?" I ask him going down the next aisle, and he continued to walk right beside me.

"No." He says shrugging.

I roll my eyes and walk over to the frozen food section and peer through the frosty glass doors at the TV dinners.

"What are you doing?" Cameron asks after watching me walk slowly looking into the glass.

"Buying dinner." I look at him, "You do want to eat don’t you?" I ask him.

He smiles and walks over and takes the cart out of my hands. "You’ve got me and Derone cooking for you, I’ll show you what you need." He starts strolling down the end of the aisle and turns towards the dry foods section.

I quickly walk after him, before I lose him. My cowboy boots knocking against the slick white tile. He looked up from the back of a box he was reading as I came down the aisle. I look in the cart and see the spices he threw in as he went down the aisle, Paprika, Basil leaves, Parsley, and Garlic salt. There were already two packs of flour and a pack of sugar, next to a carton of eggs.

"How do you know how to cook?" I ask him as he put the box of Hamburger Helper in the cart, and started walking again.

"My dad taught all of us, he figured the best way to win a woman’s heart is to cook for her." He says grinning at me as he said it.

"My mom told me the best way to win a man’s heart, is to show him you don’t have one." I say giving him a crooked grin.

He smiled, "true."

"So are there any other hidden attributes that you haven't mentioned?" I say looking at the different varieties of cake boxes.

I felt him do his breath-taking grin. "I can sew, match my cloths, clean, cook, and do the laundry."

I look at him, "The only thing there I can do is match my cloths."

He smiles, "I figured."

I look at his content face, him pushing a shopping cart full of tampons, spices, flour, sugar and various other things. He suddenly isn't this such macho guy, he's sweet.

He caught me gazing at him and looks shyly at me, "What?" He asks.

"Your not how I thought you'd be." I say softly.

"What did you think i'd be like?"

I cross my arms as the chilly refrigerated section got to my insides. "I thought you'd be arrogant, self centered, spoiled," I pause and scrunch up my face "and just a pain in the ass." I shiver and ignore the cold creeping up on me.

"Am I like that?" He asks.

I shake my head and look at the ground. "Unfortunately no."

"Unfortunately?" He questions turning down the next aisle and grabbing a bag of peanuts.

"If you were how I thought you were, it would be easier to hate you."

He winks as I look back up at him, "I'm irresistible." He says cockily.