Sorry, I Love You!

5. What's your name?

Song of the chapter//  Tenerife sea by Ed Sheeran

Abigail Devon's POV..

"That mean it was you." I hissed, unbelievably. How come out of every single people in this world it had to be him? Or should I say how come every single thing that's been bad with me, the reason behind it was always him?

"Um, look it wasn't on purpose. I didn't know you're standing right behind me and I was in a hurry. It's not a big deal, ok." Eugene stated, nonchalantly like it didn't even matter to him that my hand got burned. Anyway, who am I expecting? Why in the world will he care? I bet all he cared was for himself not anyone else, not even his own family.

"Yeah, it's not a big deal." I retorted after thinking for a moment. It's better to drop this topic right here right now. I was not in a mood to fight and my boss would kill me if he knew I was arguing with this jerk instead of doing work.

"Really?" he asked, skeptically.

"Really."

"Like really Really? Are you sure you're not planning anything vicious inside that small head of yours?" He asked again, with his infamous dashing smile but for me it was more like a torturous smile he was using to annoy me.

"Look, this is my work place and I don't want to fight with you. I have other important things to do rather than arguing. So, will you please leave?" I plastered a fake smile as I said it.

"Whoa, what a style to say get out? I am impressed." He said, cocking an eyebrow at me. "But, let me make one thing very clear to you that I am not someone who do what others want me to do in fact I fall on those rare people's category who does exactly the opposite of what others expect them to do."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, you're excused."

"Listen – "

"I will but bring me my coffee first."

"What?" I asked, shocked and almost not believing. Did he just order me right now? Who the hell did he think he is?

"What what? Are you deaf? Bring me my coffee." He ordered again like I was his slave and he was my master.

"Why would I bring you the coffee?"

"Aren't you the waitress? Now, what will your boss say if he got to know about this rude behavior from you towards his customer? I wonder why he had kept you here in this job. This job is definitely not for you." He said boring his eyes into mine.

"Because he's a good guy who has a good heart and who knows how much this job means to me unlike someone who just brings bad luck wherever he goes." I barked, the words just tumbled out of my mouth like I was on a drug.

The look in his eyes changed faster than the lightning and in a second he was tugging my arm pulling me towards him. "Bad luck, huh? You don't even know what bad luck is." He seethed. Ocean blue eyes darkening a deep shade dark that could have frozen me in an instant if he wanted. And there was no doubt that I was terrified.

Eugene Hansen's POV..

Bad luck? Did she really just say it? Her words felt like a knife had cut through my skin. What did she even know about bad luck? I was so tempted to tell her that what bad luck actually meant. Bad luck is what happened in my life with me, with my mother. And here she was accusing me of bringing bad luck wherever I go.

The tormenting memory that I so desperately wanted to erase from my mind started making its appearance before my eyes, cutting my chest with a butcher knife for the millionth time. It felt like two hands were clamping my throat, suffocating me, because all of a sudden it was hard to breathe.