Never Mix

Chap. 3 Arguments and Kisses

Axel's P.O.V.

My hands go up, but then I put them down. "Yes, can I help you?" I say clearly, raising an eyebrow and watch the tall, manchild? He takes a step back before nodding. "I'm looking for something. A bag, a small black bag and it's in your store." The guy says, making me scowl. "Whatever you want, it's not here. Just leave and I won't call the cops." I say in a huff, crossing my arms and the guy angrily jumped over the table to get to the back. "I need it!" He huffs but I quickly get in his way. "You can't be back here!!! You can't have the bag! You can't take anything!" I try to convince this guy but he's persistent as hell. Why can't he just leave. I then see a small bag and grab it, stuffing it under my shirt and held onto it tightly. "Give it here! Or I'll--- I'll!" He seemed to freeze as I take a step back. "Or what?? You'll shoot me?!" I yell at him, making him get really angry and took out the gun. "WELL I DON'T WANT TO!!!" He yells back at me, making me actually get scared. I look at the front door and then go for it, sprinting over the table, kicking over a box of cigarettes as I sprinted out the door. His worn down sneakers squeaked after me. "GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!! Come back!!!" The guy yelled, I feel as if he's right behind me because his voice is so booming. Or is he just loud? Before I know it his arms are wrapped around my slender and malnourished waist and picking me up. "LET GO OF ME!!!! YOU FUCKING BITCH!!" I'm screaming at him as he slings me over his shoulder, walking quickly behind an alley. I think he did it so no one would see him kill me and eat my liver but I don't know. He just keeps walking as I scream bloody murder. "God, just shut up!!! I'm not going to hurt you! If you just give me the bag I'd set you down and you could go on your way!" He says it almost sadly which catches me off guard. He sees I don't respond so he takes me off his shoulder and pushes me against the back of a building. "You'll regret this.." He hisses at me as I gave him a confused look, still holding my chest. Before I could respond with a stupid bitchy comment, his mouth was on mine and I immediately let go of my chest and slammed him away from me. I pushed him away not because I was scared or shocked, but because I felt a spark and that's what traumatized me. I even felt myself kiss back for a second before pushing him away. What's wrong with me? Why the hell....

Evan's P.O.V.

His hands drop from his chest so I take the chance and grab the bag that fell onto the ground, starting to sprint away. He doesn't follow me, just touch his lips and fall onto his ass. God, his lips were soft, he must moisturize. I don't know what I'm thinking about as I escape down the street. The boys face won't leave my mind, he had such delicate features and his long hair brushed against my face, it was silky. I didn't even notice he had achy until we were kissing. It was small. sort of like him... I'm lost in my thoughts because by the time I snap back into reality I'm back at the warehouse where the boss is. I quickly do the special knock, making sure no one was following me as I flick my dark black hair out of my face, his eyes fried into my skull. God, his eyes... the door opens and they ask my name like before, I quickly repeat it and began pushing myself inside the building. "Boss, I have it!" I call, running over to him and tried to push the guys face out of my mind. He stood by the dog ring, looking at the corgi with a smile.

"I remember you bringing me that dog.. It was so sweet and innocent, wagging its little stupid ass and kept barking as you left. It was like you abandoned it, it obviously wanted to stay with you. It knew if you left it'd go to its death. Yet you still walked out with the 3 grand. Smart kid you are Evan. You're like me, a business man. You know to call bullshit and that awful excuse of a dog is clearly bullshit.---" He tries to continue talking but I choose to cut him off. "Sir, I have the bag." I say quickly but respectfully, handing it to him as he sighs. One look inside and his smile faded to a deep deep frown. "Do you think this is a joke Evan?!?!!!" He looked more than pissed, my confused expression obviously alerting him that I didn't understand and he slaps me hard across the face. It reminds me of my father... "What did I do wrong, sir?" I say seriously, his eye twitching and he tilts the bag, my eyes slowly peering in and saw a plastic charm bracelet saying 'Axel' with hearts on both sides.

"What the fuck..."

Axel's P.O.V.

I'm sitting on my ass right now, touching my lips. Who the hell was that guy? Why the fuck did he kiss me? What the hell is with people from the south side! God... my lips tingle from his lips, I felt the spark. It makes me want to cry. My legs slowly pull to my chest, my new vans scrapping the dirt towards me. I lean again a building to pull my weight up onto my feet. My head hangs low as I try to push the hair falling out of my bun out of my face. I feel my cheeks heat up from realizing that-- a guy kissed me. That's not right or aloud or any of that shit. That guy was so weird and confusing yet I yearn to know more about him. Even though he did hold me at gun point and curse me out. I don't know, I'm being stupid. He looked so scared, like he was forced to do what he was doing, which made my heart hurt. What the hell... that sounds gay, I don't mean it like that stuff. I'm straight. I have a girlfriend. A--- loyal... girlfriend. My eyes drift around me in the alley, my ass and shoes now ruined from dirt and mud which makes me shrug. I feel like the only reason I didn't give the guy the bag was because I wanted to go with him. I wanted to have an interesting life. And look at his piercings more and see his dark thick fringe hit his face. As my heels continually hit the ground and the weather decides to begin to snow, something hits the back of my head.

"WHAT THE HELL???" I said angrily, expecting an old man to be yelling at me for being on his property but I see the guy from earlier. He seems to be shaking which stops me in my tracks. "That was the wrong fucking bag Axel!!!" He yelled, pointing to the bag with the bracelet my younger sister made for me. It makes me smile when I think of the good times until my brain snaps back to the guy. "T-That's not my fault!!! I don't know what you want!" I spit back, watching his every move as he gets closer to me. His steps seem almost non existent as the rain starts to come down harder on us. I know my hair is going to be a damn mess when I get home but I don't care, I want to see what he does next. "I need the right bag god damn it or I'm going to fucking die!!" He spits it right back at me and is now looking down at me, putting his hand around my collar roughly. "Give me that bag or some shit is going to go down!!" He looks like he's tearing up and I'm so confused, looking up at him. He's so much taller than me he honestly had to bend down to kiss me earlier.... I try to focus on bags in the store and look down, trying to think. His grip tightens and he slightly picks me off my feet by the collar. I'm now dangling as my hands clutch his wrist. My head is swirling as I try to imagine scanning the store. Then my eyes stumble over a box I found when I was being nosey. How the manager said to never open the black box because it wasn't his. My eyes open and I look straight at him. "I-I think I know where it is." He murmured, the guy slowly exhaling and looks up at the rain for a second before setting me down.

"Lets go."