If Loving You is Wrong, I Dont Want to be Right

01

Kaelyn's p.o.v

I stared at the shelves filled with different kinds of food, trying to come up with today's menu. As a student with a part time job, I didn't really have the money to be picky with food choices. I ate what I could afford. I should really make a list before I leave the house, I thought before sighing and grabbing a box of noodles, some bread, and milk.
That would do for the day. Like I said, no room to be picky.

I walked to the checkout and somehow luck wasn't on my side at all today; every checkout line was long. I got in the closest line and waited, tapping my foot impatiently. My legs were aching, my head was pounding and all I wanted was my warm bed. As awful as I felt, I looked even worse. With sweats, an over sized sweater, my hair pulled into a messy bun, and the scowl present on my face, I'm sure I didn't look too tempting to make small talk with.

I let a sigh of relief when it was finally my turn. 7.55€ wasn't bad. I grabbed my things and made my way to the entrance.

A good thing about a small town like mine was that there were many smaller stores and only two bigger ones. As often as I could I would pick the small stores instead of the big ones that were always full of people, but of course when I need something little more special or expensive, I would have to swallow my insecurities and step into the mass of people wheeling their full carts around like maniacs.

But like I said, only when I have to.

As soon as I walked outside, I wanted to scream. It was raining, well more like pouring. I cuss every curse word I knew in my head. To cap it all off, I had parked my car in the parking space that was the farthest from the entrance. I sighed and pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and was about to step outside when I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

I stopped in my tracks and turned around to see the person I wanted to see the least. I don't hate him and he's not my enemy. He's the exact opposite, actually. He was the man I've fallen for, but I would never get.

I gave him a small smile as he made his way towards me, giving me a warm smile in return. When he was arms' length away, he pulled me into a hug. I patted his back awkwardly, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. All I wanted was to press my head into the crook of his neck.

"How are you?" He asked after he pulled away, his hands going to my shoulders to hold me out for him to see.

"I'm good." I replied. "And you?"

"I'm good, on a lunch break." I nodded. We talked for a bit about nothing important before I told him I had to go. It was really just an excuse to get out of the situation before I did something I would regret. We said our goodbyes and I covered my head with the hood again before sprinting to my car. When I got behind the wheel, I slammed the door closed and noticed the cheap wheat bread I bought was now wet and mushy. Luck really wasn't on my side today. I threw the groceries into the seat next to me and covered my face with my hands, groaning in frustration.

"Fuck my life."

I started writing this story with a friend in Quotev, so if you read this dtory there too, then this explains it :)

And I know it's a bit boring, but I promise a lot of drama, tears, romance and fallouts will come in the later chapters ;)