Unorthodox

Chapter 12: What the hell is going on?

"Oh my gosh Damien?" I said gasping. He looked at me like he was trying to remember something.

        

            "Kimbella Sanders." He said walking closer to me closing the huge gap that was in between us, then pulling me into an unexpected hug. Damien was my ex, I dated him for about two of my highschool years, tenth and eleventh, but we ended it because I knew he was cheating with other girls and honestly we were just holding on to something that had long died out. We just decided that we would stay friends. He had left after our twelfth grade graduation without so much as a goodbye, I was kind of hurt but I'm over it now. Now I was wondering what the hell he was doing back here, and at my job.

   "Hey, how are you?" I asked pulling away, and brushing my hair back out of my face. I looked up to see him staring at me with this kind of smile plastered on his face. Clearing my throat I tried bringing him back down to earth, "It's been so long I haven't seen you; what are you doing back here?" I asked still in shock.

              "Now is that anyway to greet your ex-boyfriend?" Damien asked me crossing his arm waiting for an answer like it was something he was supposed to get.

      I looked at him sideways and was getting ready to put him in his place. " I'm just playing girl, come here." He said grabbing me again and squeezing the life out of me. "Okay okay, I know you missed me but damn." I said as he let me go while I did a hair flip. He gave me a "bitch please" look, causing me to laugh.

    "Can you answer my question boy?" I said with one hand on my hip. "Oh yeah, I'm here for a job. I just moved back here with my cousin and I need to make some money so I can get my own place." He explained.

"Oh okay well that's good. Why did you choose here tho?" I asked. He shrugged "He pays $12.30 an hour" I nodded my in agreement and understanding.

"Yeah we-" as soon as I went to speak my phone rung, and I ran to get it from the counter and silence it but by the time I got there it stopped ringing. I would call whoever it was back but I don't have time for Ravi's annoying ass nagging me about being on the phone. Thank god my break is in about 15 minutes. I silenced the phone and put it on vibrate then slipped it in my pocket

"Well like I was saying Ravi's in his back office straight through those double doors and the last door on the left." He thanked me and walked off to go through the double doors, I continued to stack the shelves.

"Good luck." I yelled looking back. He smiled at me and then walked through the doors.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I took it out after I put the two bottles I had in my hands on the shelf. I turned my phone off completely, if it was something important everyone close to me knows where I work.

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"Boy bye." I mushed Damien's head while laughing.

           "I can't stand you." I said still laughing. He always was the type to talk about you in your face and not give a fuck who you are.

"G-shit bruh you was like a ghetto ass version of Brittney spears." He shook his head and laughed along with me.

            We were just laughing and catching up on the hood of his car while he smoked a nasty ass cigarette. He got the job here stocking the Shelves and now all I mostly had to do was work the register. I opened my mouth to say something when the back door to the store swung open.

            "What are you doing back here?" Ravi questioned looking at me. I furrowed my brows at the question that was being asked because the last time I checked my sperm donor was M.I.A.