LONE WOLF (On Hold)

Chapter 11 - Stupid hormones.

Chapter 11 – Stupid hormones.

Alexa's POV

My feet pad along the pavement on Saturday morning, the shoes I'm wearing creating small clicking sounds as I go. Sighing, I round the corner to the shop and push the door open, giving Pete a small wave as I pull the list out of my pocket. Mum asked me this morning if I could quickly run to the shop and pick up a few things we're short of at the house and I, being the loving daughter that I am, agreed.

I scan my eyes over the list as I grab a basket.

Let's see, let's see... aha!

Coffee. We need coffee... as if that isn't the understatement of a lifetime.

Teddy decided to cry throughout a large portion of last night, for absolutely no reason at all, and I am now officially dead on my feet.

I am never having kids.

After grabbing the coffee I move onto the second item on the list: bread.

Bread, bread, bread, bread-

What sort of bread? The list doesn't say.

Thanks, mum. That's real helpful.

Deciding to go for the most obvious choice, I pick up a plain white loaf. I'm not getting brown bread and putting up with Cora's monumental tantrum again. You live and you learn, people, you live and you learn.

Gathering up the last few items, I make my way over to the counter and place the basket in front of Pete.

"Running errands for your mum again?" he asks, picking up the first item and scanning it through.

"As always," I reply with a small laugh.

"Yeah, you're a good kid," he says and I shrug in response.

Family helps family, that's just how it is.

"Tell your mum her order should be in for Wednesday," he says, handing me the bag as I hand him a twenty.

"Sure thing. Thanks," I reply as he hands me the change and, with another small wave I make my way out of the shop, hopping out of the doorway as usual.

"You know, you look really odd when you do that," a voice says from behind me, making me jump and nearly drop my shopping.

Spinning around, I turn to face Beck as he leans against the wall next to the door, his knee bent with one foot flat against the wall.

I'm not going to lie, he looks really good today, and my heart picks up a pace or two at the sight of the toned arms that are currently on display due to the grey tank top he's wearing.

Stupid hormones.

"Beck, hey," I say, my face heating slightly when I realise that, once again, he's caught me hopping out of the shop like a moron.

"Hey, Blondie," he says with a smile, nodding towards the bag in my hand. "Shopping?"

"Oh, um, yeah," I reply, lifting the bag slightly and dropping it back down again.

"You okay?" he asks, studying my face and apparently taking note of my bloodshot eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I'm just tired," I reply. "I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Yeah, me neither," he says with a shrug.

Really? I wonder why. I highly doubt it was due to a crying two year old. Then again... maybe I don't really want to know.