Unpredictable. {mgc}

Chapter 8

I'd been working at Joe's over a month now. The job was okay I suppose. I'd become really close with Luke and Ava. I'd also made good friends with Calum and Ashton.

It happened again with him. Ashton. We had sex again and we weren't drunk that time. We had a little thing going on. We weren't together, but we were. We went on dates and stuff but we never really confirmed a boyfriend, girlfriend relationship together.

It was 16:42pm on a Friday afternoon. Fuck sake. I want to get out this fucking shithole. I'm sick of slobbery customers. Joe's orders and pure boredom. Ava went home and Luke was leaving at 5, whereas I had to stay till 6 and close up.

I'll be left alone, with nothing to do and nobody to talk to. But I always remember about Sydney, therefore it keeps me going. Blondie waved goodbye and said that he'll see me tomorrow as we're all going to his house for a movie night. And then I was left alone, in a smelly, crap store.

5:23pm. I got a bag of crisps off the shelves, they were probably out of date but I didn't care. I was starving.

I was in a world of my own, In my own bubble. Thinking of possibilities when I didn't even hear the bell above the door chime. I only realised a customer was in the store when a tallish boy with black hair and a eyebrow piercing slammed his hand down on the counter. "Chm" he sent a throaty cough at me and rolled his eyes.
"S-sorry" I said, not looking him in the eye. "Thought so." He scolded. Rude. "These please." He demanded bluntly, throwing down a packet of condoms down on the counter. I raised a eyebrow, looking at him as I scanned the condoms through the till. "What" he said, narrowing his eyes at me. "Nothing" I replied. "£4 please" he handed me a load of change in my hand, picked up the condoms and mumbled "Keep the change" and walked out. "Okay" I say, how rude! I didn't even do anything and he had to be so blunt with me. I HATE customers like that. The ones who treat you like shit and demand. Urgh, just remember Sydney Lila. He seemed like that type of stereotype anyway. The punk type. The type who dye their hair 20 different colours each month, wear ripped skinny jeans, black combat boots, ripped black denim jacket, piercings. The usual. He was quite hot though, I loved the way his dark black hair was styled, his numerous plain tattoos added to his punk appearance. Pretty much like my appearance to be honest, I liked piercing and ripped jeans. Just I was a lot kinder than what he seemed to be.

Although I may hate life, I do have respect for people I don't know. Heck he was rude.

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(A/n)
Congrats Lila. You now have friends yey.