What Goes Around, Comes Around

Two

"Tell me when I'm no longer needed and I shall go"

Dominic

What a fucking moron.

This noob of a guy is trying, and epically failing, to hit on the blonde behind the cash register at Walmart.

I'm here to pick up some milk on my mother's orders but might as well have some fun while I'm out won't I?

Usually Walmart cashiers are old grandmas and pops but this chick looked around twenty. A little bit older than me but who gives? I'll be eighteen in a two months so we're practically the same age.

I slid the gallon of milk towards the cash register, interrupting the conversation between blondie and noob.

I'll show this poor dude how it's done the Dominic Reisfeld way.

The lad gave me a look that said he wanted to shove a fork in my eye as the blonde cashier smiled a smile that clearly meant she wanted to to do more than cash me out.

I lingered my left hand on the handle of the milk. She softly brushed her fingers along my hand before grabbing the it. It gave me a feeling of disgust but the guy's expression made it all worthwhile.

The man looked like he was about to blow up. I covered my mouth with my hand in an attempt to stifle my laugh. Poor guy.

As the cashier slid my receipt over to me, I winked and wrote my number on the back and slid it over to her. With a call me hand signal, I grabbed my change and left.

I doubt I'll ever be talking to her over the phone but still, I don't really give a damn.

Because that's who I am. Dominic Reisfeld. A seventeen year old boy who lives his life playing around with every single girl he sees.

Some may say that it's a terrible thing to do, and nobody should ever have their feelings toyed with. I can't help it though. It's the only way.

The only way to prevent my heart from breaking again was to pretend I didn't have one.

On November 14th, 3 years ago, I lost my best friend and the love of my life.
She had Leukemia ever since she was a little ten year old. The doctors told her she wouldn't live past the age of twelve.

My girl proved the bastards wrong.

Krystal stayed strong, fighting cancer like a warrior, until the it took my best friend away from me when she was only fifteen years old. God I miss her everyday.

Ever since we we're children, I'd  promise that I'd marry her when the time came.  I was so in love. The adults said it wasn't real love, that we were only kids obsessed with the idea of finding someone to pour our hearts to. They were wrong. They were the ones who didn't understand.

On the rainy day she passed away, I swore I would never give my heart away to anyone else.

Because I couldn't.

I didn't want to go through losing anyone again. Plus, it'd feel like a betrayal to Krystal. I didn't want to feel happy. Not without my best friend by my side.