The Fallen Empath-Book 2-A Rose-Red Tyrant TEASER

Chapter Twelve: Egg Destroyers

 "Um, we wanted to buy all the Items on this list..." Deuce hands Mr. Sam the slip.

"Ring up two cans of tuna while you're at it!" Grim smiles.

"No, Grim! We're not here for tuna!" Deuce glares at Grim.

I shake my head and pull out some money from my pocket. "Don't worry, Deuce, I'll pay for it. I promised him some a while ago anyway."

"No offence, but where did you get that money?" Deuce raises an eyebrow.

I hand the money to Mr. Sam while he hands me two tuna cans. "Mr. Crowly gave me a small allowance for necessities."

"Tuna isn't a necessity though." Deuce puts a hand on his hip.

"Tuna is food, food is necessary!" Grim huffs.

I giggle.

"Now, your list. Cream and eggs and.. Quite the sacchariferous list!" Mr. Sam smiles. "I'll get everything for you." He heads to the back.

"Whoa.. He really does stock that stuff, huh?" put a finger to his chin.

"Here you go. It's pretty heavy... Are you sure you can carry this? Luckily for you, our one out of a hundredth size flying saucers are thirty percent off today. Perfect for carrying groceries!" Mr. Sam points to a round item with hooks on the bottom. It flies up from the table and beeps and boops, turning side to side.

Deuce and I tilt our heads looking at the item.

"Ooh, lemme see! That sounds awesome!" Grim looks at it with amazement from my shoulder.

"We're fine, thank you. Let's go Grim." Deuce takes the bags and starts heading out.

The flying saucer beeps sadly and floats back down on the table.

Grim groans. "Myah! I didn't realize today was National No Fun Allowed Day!"

"Very well. Then until next time, my little imps. Do come again! Ciao!" Mr. Sam smiles and waves.

I wave back before grabbing some bags from Deuce and walking out with him.

"That store was amazing." Deuce sighs as we walk down main street.

"Yeah, and you're amazingly cheap." Grim pouts as he finishes the last of his tuna.

"Who are you calling cheap?!" Deuce glares down at Grim before he looks at the bags in my hands. "Hmph. Yuna, looks like you got the bag with all the cans. That must be heavy."

I shrug. "A little, but I'm fine, I can carry it."

Deuce shaked his head and comes closer to me. "No, let me take that one. I've got a little trick for carrying heavy bags." He takes the bag from me.

"There's a trick for that?" I tilt my head, but he seems to be carrying it just fine.

"Yeah. My mom always used to stock up at sales, and the bags would get ridiculously heavy." Deuce sighs and shakes his head. "I was the only man in the house, so I got to do all the heavy lifting, and— Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to monopolize the conversation."

"It's okay, I don't mind. It's great that you helped out around the house. It sounds like you took good care of your mom." I smile at him.

"No, it wasn't like that at all. The truth is, I—" Deuce is interrupted when he bumps into someone, dropping a bag.

"Myah! The eggs!" Grim yelps.

"T-the carton of eggs is totally smashed! And now the bag's dripping egg goo everywhere." Deuce grinds his teeth.

"Ouch! Why don't you watch where you're— Hey!" It's the guys from the cafeteria. "You're the jerks who broke the egg yolk on my carbonara!"

"I've had about enough of you punks. You need to learn your place!" The redhead grins.

Deuce glaires at the men. "You're the ones who darted out at us from around a corner! And you picked a fight with us at lunch over an egg that you were still totally able to eat! And now you've destroyed six of OUR eggs!"

"Yeah! He's right!" Grim glares at the guys too.

"Let's not get into a fight." I try to defuse the situation.

"So what? You sayin' that was our fault?" The white haired man puts a hand on his hip.

Deuce tilts his head to the side, his chin up. "I am. Please reimburse us for the eggs. And then apologize to the chickens." His voice is scarily calm.

"Ooh, look who's got his big boy pants on. You sure are makin' a big deal outta some stupid eggs." The red haired man continues to smirk.

"What?" Deuce's voice deepens.

"They haven't even touched the ground, so they're still edible. Quit whinin'." Now the white haired boy smirks.

"You should thank us for savin' ya the trouble of crackin' 'em!" The shorter guy says and they both laugh.

"That ain't funny." Deuce practically whispers.

"Huh?" The white haired man stops smirking.

"I said, THAT AIN'T FUNNY." Deduce shouts, cracking his knuckles. "You don't get to call my eggs stupid. You don't get to call ANY eggs stupid! Those eggs may not have gotten to be chicks, but they were gonna make some amazing tarts! Do you get it yet? DO YOU?!"

I cover my ears from the yelling.

The red haired man flinches back. "What is with this guy all of a sudden?!"

"You owe me six eggs. If ya ain't gonna pay me for em, then you're gettin' a bruise for each one!" Deuce glares at the men.

"Are you serious right now?!" The white haired man seems to have lost his cockyness.

"Buckle up, jerks!" Deuce charges at the guys.