My Sweet Escape

CHAPTER 2

    " I can't believe Dylan hired someone at the store! It seems weird to me, I don't know." I ranted off to Eliot as we were walking to see Dylan at the store. Dylan had texted me earlier saying she hired someone. Who would want to work at the store though? That question is beyond me.

  "She probably gets lonely. I mean working there all day, by herself." Eliot made a point. She was getting lonely. As we approached the door, i could already see some one at the register. Not Dylan. Eliot made a bee-line to the door and opened it. I walked in slowly after. I saw two blank skinny jean legs propped up on the counter with black combat boots and a Playboy magazine hiding the persons face. 

    "Dylan! Where are you?" I called to her, seeing she was no where in sight. I heard some shuffeling and a few curse words coming from the back storage area.

   " Hi Frankie! Just hold on a bit okay? Zayn can you be a sweetheart and come back here and help me?" She called back. Zayn. I only knew one person named Zayn. I heard about him in News Club. Zayn Malik. Known for being in gangs and a druggie. My throat clenched as the magazine had dropped and his face appeared. His face was too gorgeous to look at. His golden orbs locked with my brown almost black eyes. He had pushed his legs from the counter and was now making his way toward the back. Eliot had nudged me and pointed over to a rack filled with colorful sweatshirts. I nodded and walked over to the rack. 

      As Eliot and i were looking at sweatshirts, I was startled by a huge bone-crushing hug from Dylan

   " Hey my beautifuls! How are you guys? What are you looking for?" Dylan questioned.

   " Is that him?" Eliot nudged to Zayn. 

      " YES! Poor thing said he need a place to work to get money and help pay things on his own. So i offered it to him and he took my offer. Quiet kid i should say. Zayn come and meet my couisn and her friend!" Dylan kept rantign on. I heard a few noises and curses before he walked past us with a smirk that could end world hunger. Dylan shook her head and pulled us to the register where Zayn sat again. Legs propped up again and that magazine in his face. Dylan huffed and slapped his feet off the counter. 

   "Well that's not a way to say hello now is it." Dylan said. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was like eye candy. His eyes met mine again. What is this feeling? It's like butterflies and it just felt weird. Was it him? Was it the way his attitude was. Was it the features about him. I didn't know.

  " Frankie, Selena wants to meet at Orange Leaf in five on Main Street. On the other side of town. She said the game is shit and we're losing by 20. Can we go now?" Eliot complained. Without breaking eye contact i nodded 

    " We should lock up too. I'm tired and noboby is going to come anyways. Let's go Zayn." Dylan said. We all help lock up and soon enough everyone was out the door. I stopped at the doorway. Where did Zayn go? He disapeared like a flash of lightning. I shook the thought of him off and walked with Eliot to Orange Leaf. 

     As we approached a stop light in our walk on this busy New York street, I couldn't help but wonder about him again. It's like each chance he gets, he's back in my mind. I pushed a button to signal we needed to get across this busy street. I looked over at Eliot who was typing away on her phone. I sighed and looked around at all the stores. This was going to be one hell of a night.