Toothpaste Kisses

Chapter 20

~~ Sorry it's a day late but I was absolutely knackered yesterday and you are going to have to forgvie me :3 ~~

CHAPTER 20

“Oh shit, sorry,” I mumbled numbly to the boy at the checkout desk. I got to work picking up all the loose change I had grabbed earlier. “How much was it again?”

“Five, eighty seven, Ma’am,” I smiled at the boy but was only hoping it was Noah and he was calling me Little Brit. The guy was about my age and when I glanced up to give him a thankful smile he grinned back with dimples showing. I looked back down at the money on the desk and tried to find the right amount. I let out a sigh after a few seconds, why could the countries make a mutual currency (preferably the English pound) and call it quits?! “Want help?” he laughed and not looking at him I nodded. “That one,” he pointed at a shiny silver piece, “and that one and that one,” I nodded handing him over the coins and the five dollar bill with one of their many presidents on it. “It’s pretty easy, you’ll get used to it. How long have you been here, I couldn’t help but notice your uniform?”

“Oh, you know, four-five months,” I mumbled hiding back in my shell. I was past the pure hurting pain and now at the stage where I felt my heart numbing and walling up. “Thanks for the help, its hard shit you know,” he laughed wryly and I twitched a smile.

“So, what are you doing over this way at this time of night?” he chit-chatted. The sad thing was; I wasn’t in the mood for small talk.

“Just needed to stock up on stuff,” hadn’t he noticed the two packets of period pads that were now in the brown paper bag between us?

“Yeah? Well, come again and all that bullshit,” he joked, I flickered a smile again. “I mean it though,” there was a hint of a flirty tone in his voice. Usually I would have played up to it, not today, not now.

“I’ll make sure I will,” my voice was flat with no hint of a promise. I pushed open the door of the shop letting the light, happy tinker of the bell annoy me into an even worse mood. There was only one thing I could do when I felt as crappy and low as I did now and that meant trespassing into a music store or waiting until all the guys were in bed.

As I walked in stony silence now with the lacking iPod my mind couldn’t help but trail off. It trailed off to Noah. Why was I feeling so betrayed in the first place? He was Noah for crying out loud! It was because it was of Spawn; he shouldn’t have done it with her… if it was any other girl…

That tight feeling came to my chest again and I knew that that was a lie. I was Noah’s girl, I was his Little Brit; he doesn’t need other girls to have fun with. He had me; we pranked each other, we teased each other. He didn’t need another girl to have fun with.

I sounded like a crazy, pathetic, stalker bitch but I couldn’t get it out of my head. The way her claws ran down his clothed chest, how they played with leather of his belt… How–

“Oomf.”

That was the noise that came literally from my gut when someone walked into my shoulder and pushed me into the nearby lamppost. With the attack my shopping went sprawling out of my arms and onto the cold floor which was shining with the rain that had been falling lately.

 “Hey, Arsehole,” I yelled angrily at the back that was walking away from me like he had done nothing wrong. My emotions now seemed to be aimed at one thing; the idiot who had stopped and turned to look back at me. I glared down at my purchases lying in the street waiting to be picked up. Looking back up at the arse I saw that he was not really staring at me; he was leering. There was a predatory smirk on his face, one that resembled how Adam looked at me before lip raping me, except I don’t think this guy would just leave it at lips. My blood froze cold as this thought ran through my head, I knew I needed to do something, I needed to run.