We drove to a small grocery store called "Small Stop" it only had a couple aisles of stuff, and the guy behind the counter seemed very rude. I saw Harry give him dirty looks, and he did back.
I stood awkwardly next to the door in the store. I felt uncomfortable in these shorts, and I didn't want to seem stingy and just grab anything I wanted.
"Are you just gonna stand their?" Harry asks as he gives me a sarcastic look.
"Umm.. yeah?" Why else would I be standing here.
"Aren't you gonna get anything?" He points to the isles.
"I'll just get what you get"
"Well.. Alright." He laughed lightly and walked into an isle. I stood with my hand behind my back, I could see the guy behind the counter staring at me from the corner of my eye.
"That ya boyfriend?" He asks as he motions to Harry while he chews his gum.
I shake my head without speaking. I hear him laugh.
"Ahhhhh, I see"
"What?" I slightly lift my head.
"Ya'll are just banging, right?" He said in a slightly southern accent
What a pervert. I opened my mouth to say something, but I was interrupted by Harry.
"What's going on here?" He had a couple of snacks in his arms, and he settled them down in the corner.
"Nothing, ya ready to check out?" He smirks at me, and spits out his gum in the trash while he scans the couple of items. Harry gives me a glare and I shyly lower my head.
Harry pays for his things, and we walk back to the car. He puts the bag in the back seat and turns on the engine.
"What did he say to you?" He asks as he pulls out the parking lot.
This is gonna be awkward to explain.
"He thought, umm... you and me were, ya know.... " I didn't know how to say sex without sounding so awkward.
"He thought we were fucking?" He says as he turns the wheel and laughs.
"Yeah" I whisper.....
"I wouldn't mind that!" He smirks at me and I feel instantly feel uncomfortable. "I'm kidding" He adds after he catches up to my reaction.
"I'm gonna have to go back home tonight" I say trying to change the subject.
"Why?"
"Because, I dont want to get in any more trouble.." I knew my dad was probably ripping his hair out in frustration not knowing where I am. He's probably already planning my trip to my grandmas... oh no.
"Stop worrying so much!" He annoyingly says.
"What?" Is he serious? Does he not know the trouble I'm in,
"You keep stressing yourself out and worrying, then you're gonna end up having a shitty ass life. Loosen up, relax, just live in the moment."
That's kinda hard to do considering my life already is shitty. I have so much stress on me, I don't wanna go back to school on Monday, but I know I have to. My parents are already enough, trying to get into a good college, how can I not worry? Oh god, I have to finish the report on Fahrenheit 450, I haven't started reading and the report is due next week shit, I left the book at school, I can't fail this class, that won't look good. I need to-
"Stop thinking! Look at you! Calm down!"
I noticed I was getting really tense and nearly pulling my hair out... Maybe he's right.... No of course he isn't, what are you thinking Amber?
