𝑳𝒐𝒘 𝑶𝒏 𝑮𝒂𝒔

꧁𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1꧂

I can't stand working here. I mean, it's a well paying job and it gets the bills payed but the hours I spend sitting down, dealing with Karen's, and fucking dealing with perverts that can't keep their eyes to themselves for a day is miserable.

You should've seen me when I first got the job, I was the happiest woman on earth. Was.

You might think "hey it's just a gas station. How hard could it be?" Maybe try sitting on a chair for 24 hours by yourself - over night and in the morning. Especially at night.

But today seemed a little, different than the others. I mean, it started off simple but I didn't know about the shit I was about to get into.

I was sitting in my chair, monitoring the cameras to make sure no homeless people were sitting outside and since there was no one walking around the store I had nothing better to do.

Suddenly, this guy - spiky blonde hair and red eyes - came walking in like he owned the place and hovered over the counter. I didn't even see him pull in.

"Hi." I murmured, awkwardly standing up. This dude was fucking tall. I was like to his shoulder or at least his chin.

"Gas." Was all he said. Weird.

He placed his money on the counter and I took it, counting it. I glanced up at him and he was staring dead at me. He had a gruff expression on his face. He looked pissed off at either something I was doing or something that happened before he showed up.

I stared right back at him. I didn't wanna piss this dude even more off but it was creepy how he was just staring at me. We sat there for a good 30 seconds before I spoke, "are you gonna tell me which pump or what?"

His eyebrows went further down. I probably pissed him off even more. But his response didn't prove shit, "pump 4."

I nodded, putting the cash in and typed something on the cash register thingy. I dunno what to call it. He was still staring. I decided to start a conversation since I didn't wanna sit here in silence and have him stare at me.

"How's your day?" I asked. I really didn't wanna know but hey, it's good to be nice I guess.

"Don't ask." He responded. This bitch.

"Damn I'm just tryna start a conversation." I spoke, not looking up to him.

"Well, don't." He said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"It's not my fault that you can't keep your fucking eyes to yourself." I spat. If he was gonna be a bitch, so was I.

"Who do you think you're talking to, gas girl?" He spat back, pulling out an entire ass gun. Luckily there was no one like my boss or other customers around.

I reached under the counter, holding a gun in my hand. "Who do you think you're holding a gun at?" I responded. The guy narrowed his eyes at me, putting his gun away. I put my gun away.

After a couple of seconds, I placed my hands on the counter, looking up at him, "you could leave now."

He scowled, placing a card on the counter before leaving. I grabbed the card in confusion before plopping back down on the chair that felt rather comfortable now.

The card read 'Katsuki Bakugou' and a number on the card. Did he just give me his number? Whatever. I shoved it in my pocket like I did to every other guy that did some shit like that.

But he didn't make my job boring today. I never met a dude that pissed off to the point the bring out a whole ass gun but it seemed entertaining.

I leaned back in my chair, watching the cameras again. After that, people walked in, either asking for gas or buying shit. Same boring crap.

But for some odd reason, my mind kept drifting to the guy- Katsuki who was oddly entertaining. Little did I know, that man was about to get me into so much trouble.

But its better than working at a gas station, right?