Cashier Boy // Jack Duff ✔

forty-two

I nearly dropped the bags from my hands. I felt my face turn red and hot. I quickly looked away. I don't think he saw my face because he didn't say anything.

Maybe he was just pretending he didn't know it was me because maybe he did actually did see my face and one it was me, but thought that I didn't know it was him-

Why do I even care?

I followed behind him. Suddenly, I felt the weight of the bags get lighter.

"Let me get that." A voice said, then the bag in front of my face was lifted.

"Thank you, I-" I looked at the person. My stomach felt sick.

"Amy, I'm sorry, just let me talk to you-" he started.

"Rye, not right now. Please."

"But I-"

I sat the bags on the table and walked away from him.

I am just done with boys. They stress me out so much.

"Amy, wait." His hand landed on my shoulder. I quickly turned around and swatted it away.

"Don't touch me!"

"Just listen to what I have to say. Alright?" He said.

I crossed my arms and looked at him. My attention floated behind him when I saw Jack talking to someone.

It was probably just one of the lunch ladies.

He started giggling.

I miss that sound.

He smiled.

I miss that sight.

He leaned down.

I couldn't see what he was doing because Rye was standing in front of him. Rye was talking but I didn't hear him because I wasn't listening. I side stepped half a foot.

That's when I felt my heart  s h a t t e r.

I thought that I've felt heartbreak before.

Nothing like this.

I felt like I could just collapse.

I felt weak.

My legs were jelly.

I felt lightheaded.

My body felt as if I was injected with ice.

I felt like I was going to vomit.

My sinuses felt like they were injected with pepper.

My throat felt tight.

And my heart felt like a thousand pieces.

All of these emotions were felt at they  same time.

All because of a split second of seeing the love of my life kissing one of my closest friends, Klista.

He looked so happy with her.

He never looked that happy with me.

Maybe he was never meant to be with me.

Love requires two people with mutual feelings.

Our relationship was one person in love, and one person who was too nice to refuse it.

& I was the lover.

I looked at Rye. Then at Jack & Klista. Then back at Rye.

My first instinct was to throw my hands up to Rye's shoulders and kiss him.