Thank you for all the suggestionsss! I'm sorry I couldn't use all of them for obvious reasons. I'm not saying the name I choose isn't used a lot but I just haven't seen it and I liked it so I used it. Sorry if you don't like it lol, just put your name in for replacement.
P.S. I noticed a lot of you threw your own name in there lmao yes I'd like to be a Tomlinson member as well but.
This chapter is longggg!
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Josilyn POV
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"I have nothing to say to you, Gage."
"Not even a simple hello?" He follows me into the aisle.
I don't respond and just begin searching the aisle for what I came to look for so that I could get out of here and away from this douche.
"Oh come on, Josie. It's been–what?— two years? Talk to me."
I exhale of relief when I spot them, but it doesn't last long when I realize the jar I want, has one left, and is put onto the wrong shelf by some careless worker. I stare at it long and hard with a glare. Really? Today?
"Is something wrong? Did you want that jar at the top?"
"No."
I don't even bother reaching up for it because I already know what would happen. Either I would hurt myself trying to get it down, or I wouldn't be able to reach it and Gage would try to swoop in as hero or something. So instead, I huff and grab the smaller jar, putting it in my cart.
Gage stops me, "You wanted that jar, didn't you?"
"I wanted this one, now excuse me."
"Hold on, I'll get it for you," he says.
"No. I don't want it," I snap, my patience running short.
"You still have that edge that I like about you," he chuckles lightly as he goes to put the jar in my cart.
"I told you I don't want it! I'm not buying it, so just put it back, Gage!" I exclaim.
His smile falls, "Josie you clearly wanted it–"
"Put it back."
"I'm just trying to help."
"I don't want your help! I don't even want to be anywhere near you for the next century. I don't need you to do anything for me anymore, with the exception putting that jar back where you got it from," I burst.
"Jesus Christ, Josie fine," he puts his hands in a surrendering gesture, "Just calm down before you pop a baby out or something." He removes the jar from my cart, and I roll my eyes as he holds onto it.
"Leave my babies out of this," I glare at him.
"Sorry," he sighs exasperated, "Wait a minute – babies? Plural?" His eyes widen.
I swear under my breath, "Do not say a word to the public about that or else I'll-"
"Chill. I won't ruin your 'big surprise' to everyone," he rolls his eyes.
"Good," I begin rolling my cart out of the aisle, happy to not hear him following me. I make it into an open aisle that luckily has someone already paying for their things, so I began unloading my things onto the belt.
I jump out of my skin when I hear, "Do you want some help with that?"
"No, I don't. Please leave me alone."
