My Princess

Chapter 8

I hope you saw my SOS...

Lol No romance in this chapter just some filler! Well actually... There is a little bit of Rose and Nialler but no one is making a move...

<3

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***ROSES POV***

"Thanks, Here is $3.52 back!" I said to the customer. She nodded and took her groceries and left.

"Mumma? Is work ova?" Joy tugged on my faded jeans.

"No love. I have some more work. Now sit down and color," I answered. We were at my work. I worked at Walgreens. There isn't much to do here. And since I never finished High School, the owner was hesitant to hire me. I told him all about my situation in hope he would allow me. He did , thankfully, and even allows Joy to sit behind the counter with me. Lots if people in Detroit live in poverty but he thought my story was worse than most especially with a two year old.i yawned and saw another customer enter. Last night I got home and fell asleep so quick. Those boys really tier me out!

"I can help who's next!" I murmured while organizing the counter and not looking up.

"Hello," the familiar voice put a few things on the counter.

ƬℋⅈՏ can't be happening...

My head snapped up to look at the person who spoke so much like ℎⅈო.

The brown eyes. Those brown eyes. The blonde hair. The inviting smile, the smile that seems like you could trust....

But you can't.

"Ma'am?" He spoke snapping me back to reality.

"Sorry," I mumbled trying not to make eye contact again.

"Is there something on my face?" He joked. His joking. It always could make you giggle. The charm, the looks, the idea of a good guy instead of the bad boy, the guy you could easily marry until-----

"Um are you okay?" He asked worry coming through his strong voice. I nodded trying to pay attention to what I was doing, trying to keep the memories out.... But they can't stay away....

The memories of growing up, being innocent, best friends. Being together, feeling safe, like a warm place cold could not invade... Then we grew up, he never was like the rest. Never brought up dirty jokes, or never wanted a girlfriend at 10. We were still close. Then the accidents... We grew apart... I was out of school... He got bullied, and I wasn't there---

"Hey lady! Hurry up! My girlfriend is waiting!" He raised his voice. Now this isn't the innocent boy I grew up with. This is the boy who ended up messed up, usually got drunk.

A tear leaked to my cheek and I looked him in the eye. Maybe he would remember me... Maybe.

"Here, I'm sorry to keep you waiting... You know Jace, that-" I spoke but he cut me off.

"How do you know my name?" He asked eyes wide. If that was possible with how big, brown and beautiful they were.

"I-I-you don't remember me?" I whispered. I look around to make sure there was no one I was holding up in line. No on. just me and Jace.

He let out a breath. I watched his face as he racked his brain for an answer.

He looked me in the eye, and his face dropped, "Rose...."

I nodded. He was unpredictable... I liked him because of that, but now? Now it just scares me.

We stood in silence. All of his things were bagged and all he need to do was pay, but both of us stuck in our thoughts.