Her Lovely Scar

Chapter 3 ~ Dinner Party

Chapter 3

Sunday mornings always seemed so peaceful to me, especially if it were a blue clear sky. Today didn't feel like that. It felt dark and sticky. The sky was clouded over by storm clouds, threatening to rain. The air was stale and cold. It felt dead today.

Mom still slept in her room, sleeping the day away. I didn't bother to wake her up. There wasn't much to do anyways. I tried to fix me some breakfast, but remembered that we didn't have much food.

I quickly got a grocery list written down, and grabbed some money from mom's purse. I put my hood up as I stepped outside, the rain begging to fall down.

I walked down the street to the nearby grocery store. I grabbed one of the carts, and began looking for the food we needed. I also grabbed one of the coupon magazines, and looked at that to see what I could get for lower price. It was the same old routine that I did whenever I went to the store.

I got a few looks, as usual, but a few smiles from workers who recognized me. I went down an isle, and stopped to look at the coupons. They had peanut butter on sale. Mom loved peanut butter. I guess I should get some. I walked down towards the isle they kept the peanut butter stuff.

When I found the brand that was on sale, I found that they were on the top shelf, and only a few bottles were left. I sighed, and started to reach for the bottle. I couldn't quite reach the peanut butter, and I was up on my tip-toes.

"You have got to be kidding me." I stretched as far as I could, but still couldn't get it. I sighed, giving up. I stared up at the peanut butter bottles, silently cursing at them.

"Here, let me help."  A deep, chuckle came from behind me.

Suddenly there was an arm reaching above my head for the bottles of peanut butter. They easily reached it, and took one down and handed it to me. I smiled, and turned to thank whoever helped me. My smile faded when I saw who it was.

"Hello again." he said.

I blinked repeatedly. It was him, that guy from the University. The one with dark, wavy hair, and electric blue eyes. The one who had called my beautiful and I smacked him for it. I suddenly felt embarrassed. He probably didn't deserve that.

"Um, thank you." I said shyly. He smiled gently, no sign of annoyance or anger in his expression.

"You’re welcome." he said. He began to walk away. I felt bad about what I did yesterday. I didn't want him thinking I was one to go around slapping people.

"Wait." I called. He looked over his shoulder at me. "I'm sorry." I said. He raised one of his eyebrows.

"For what?" He asked. Did he not remember me?

"I'm the one who slapped you yesterday." I explained. He chuckled.

"I remember who you are, but why are you sorry?" he asked. I was the one to look at him confused this time.

"Because I hit you."

"Why be sorry? You must have had a good reason to hit me." He said. He made it sound like he was the one to hurt me. Like I was the victim here, not him. This guy was something else.

"You didn't deserve it. I was just upset from before, and it was wrong to take it out on you." I said, looking down at my hands that were gripped tightly around the peanut butter jar. I heard him sigh, and almost laugh.

"I'm sorry that you had a bad day. Maybe you and I can start over." he suggested. I looked up at him and smiled, nodding. He held out his hand towards me.