|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜
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Dark mysterious eyes.
Fierce blazing eyes.
Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage.
While trying their best to ign...
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I ignore the woman trying to get my attention by practically shoving her fucking breasts in my face.
Moving to the next isle, I scroll through my phone while the results of the questions I searched for floods my screen.
Not paying attention to my surroundings, I hit someone, causing my phone and - is that a helmet - fall out of our hands.
"I'm sorry about that," I apologize, crouching to pick up the helmet that fell out of the person's hands while he picked up my phone close to his feet.
Standing back to my full height, I shift my gaze to the person I crashed into. A frown settles between my brows as I access him.
"Shouldn't you be in school?" I ask as we exchange our properties.
His brow arched as his eyes drops to my suit and briefcase. "And shouldn't you be at work?"
I almost smile. Almost. "Fair enough."
I take a step to the right, and the boy does the exact same thing. I sigh, taking another step to the left and he does the exact same thing.
"Move," I snap. "Or are we going to continue the dance of tango."
The boy scoffs, placing his helmet beneath his arm. "No need to be so rude, old man."
I stare at him in disbelief. Did this child just call me old?
"Old?"
He nods, a pleasing smile on his lips.
"Listen here, you—"
"Ethan." he interrupts. "Name's Ethan."
"Listen here, Ethan, you'll get like me. But instead, your hair will fall out and you'll get bald." I say, pleased he looks dumbfounded by my words.
I don't know why I'm here exchanging words with an high school kid when I should be buying sanitary pads and tampons for my wife.
I shake my head, reaching for a tampon before sensing that the boy still haven't moved from me. I turn to him, lifting a brow and he just scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'm here to buy those too." he signals to the sanitary pads and tampons and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
"So you're telling me you left school," I start, pointing to him with condescension. "to get tampons for your girlfriend."
I didn't put it out as a question, I made it out as a statement because why is he out here?
"And you're obviously meant to be at work but you're being a creep at the women's aisle." he retorts and I scoff.
I walked right into that one.
"I'm not a 'creep', I'm here to buy things for my wife." I reply, lifting my chin higher in irritation and the kid rolls his eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me."
