For What Its Worth...Lust

Persephone

My somewhat normal life has been disturbed. All because of that man. Part of me wishes I could go back in time and leave him to bleed out in our break room. But the other part of me knew Celine would kill me if I called her to tell her that I had to bury a random body that appeared in the break room and bled all over her floors. Shaking my head.

The bell on the door rings and without thinking I look to see who it is. I have been doing that more lately. Checking for him. Which is stupid for a multitude of reasons. Starting with the fact that he's basically a stranger who's touch I somehow crave. Not to mention all the free mental space he's starting to take over. I can't even escape him when I'm sleeping. From the last time I saw him, my dreams are filled with what if scenarios of that day. What if he had leaned closer, what if he kissed me, what if we did more than kiss? Like if we went from kissing against the bookshelf to -

No, absolutely not. I will not go there. I can't control my dreams but I can control my conscious thoughts.

I look around the bookstore, hoping to focus my attention on something else. I see some girls that look like they might be in high school crowded together holding a book. They're giggling. I squint my eyes trying to get a closer look at it but it is hard to see the title without my glasses. From the look of the cover it looks like a book that definitely is not in their age range. Not like I can really say anything, I was reading way worse when I was middle school. Plus I'm not those girl's parents. They should do a better job at monitoring what media their kids consume.

The bell from the door rings again and I turn to see a blond guy wearing all black walk in. As he gets further into the store I can see a tattoo peeking from under his shirt going up his neck slightly . He looks around the store a bit and then his eyes land on me. He walks straight up to the register and says, "Hey."

This guy radiates sex appeal and he has this vibe that feels a little similar to Rocky's. Maybe they are in the same brooding bad boy club or something. "Hi. How can I help you?"

"I was looking for something my friend forgot to get. But now that I'm here, I can see why he forgot."he said while looking me up and down.

"If that's your excuse for a pick up line, don't bother, cause I'm not interested. Unless you need help finding a book, the door is that way." I said pointing to the exit.

He just smirks and says. "Oh, He's really fucked."