Coming to terms with his sexuality, Theodore Moore is a seventeen year old who is just about getting by. He makes minimum wage and has aspiring, out-of-reach dreams to become a lawyer.
Violent and aggressive, Antony Barbosa is everything wrong with...
I hear the bell above the door of the shop ring as soon as I leave the small room at the back, a box full of stock in my arms. Antony walks in, nodding his head at me in greeting. I smile a little, noticing the beanie that he always wears is still on his head, covering his gorgeous hair. His hands were in the pockets of his coat and it was zipped up to his chin.
I press my lips together before pulling out a crisp packet from the box in my arms and throwing it at him. He catches it against his chest, looking across at me with a confused expression on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was frowning a little.
"What's this for?" He asked, and I shrugged my shoulders, placing the box on the counter as he ripped open the packet.
"I don't know. You like that flavour, don't you?" I asked him, and he slowly nodded his head, took a crisp and placed the whole thing in his mouth. "Is it nice?" I asked him, and he nodded his head.
"Won't your little manager lady find out about this?" He asked, and I shrugged my shoulders.
"She won't notice." I tell him, even though she probably will. I'll just have to pay for it myself, or hope that she lets me off. I just felt a little bad that Antony barely eats, despite having such a brilliant physique, and whenever he steals from my shop, it's because he's desperately hungry and has no other choice. I highly doubt Antony would be able to hold down a job with his attitude and general likeness to doing any kind of task that doesn't involve hurting someone.
Antony mumbles something under his breath, and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "What'd you say?" I asked him, and he blinked at me. He mumbles something once more, but I still can't understand. I tilt my head at him, and he huffs, standing a little straighter.
"I said thank you." He snaps, and my mouth drops open. I could bet that that's the first time Antony's ever said those words to anyone, and I feel slightly blessed that he said it to me. His eyes flicker all over my face as he waits for my response, and I can't help but grin at him. He rolls his eyes, turning away from me.
"Hold on-" I quickly step in front of him, holding onto his arm. His eyes glance down for a second before they flicker back onto my face. I smile at him, and his lips twitch slightly. "You're welcome." I tell him softly, and Antony's gaze flutters down to my lips. I quickly gave him a quick kiss, and I could swear he kissed me back before he pushed me away.
"For fuck's sake, Moore, what are you doing?" He steps away from me, and I can't help but laugh at his crazy reaction to a simple, two-second kiss. "We're in public, man, don't forget that." He grumbles, turning away from me. I make my way to the back of the counter and tap my fingers on the marble surface. I watch in amusement as Antony stuffs a few crisps into his mouth, chewing them quickly.
He clears his throat before turning back to me, sniffling. He rubs his nose and then his mouth and I raise an eyebrow as his eyes finally land on mine. "If you wanna do all that, then why don't you come over to my place tonight?" He asked, and I noticed the way he swallowed after speaking. I grin at him, and his gaze flickers between both my eyes before down a little and then across my whole face.
"Are you flirting with me, right now?" I asked, and Antony huffs before throwing a crisp at me. I laugh and flick it off my clothes just as a small smile encases Antony's face as he shrugs his shoulders. "Come on, you knew I was gonna come over anyways, there's no point asking." I tell him, but he only grimaces.
"You were gonna come over because you're weirdly obsessed with my sister, you freak." He scoffs, and I laugh. Antony has a dry, insulting sense of humour, and I love it.
"Everyone's obsessed with Fernanda, Antony." I tell him, and he glares at me. "You should be used to it by now." I add, and he groans, his eyes squeezing to a shut.
"I've heard their fucking obsessions with her. There's a downside with my room being right outside hers." He murmurs, and I laugh until the bell rings once more and a customer walks in. Antony glances at me before he walks away into one of the aisles, the furthest from me.
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