Enter If You Dare.

05.

**Chrys's Pov.**

I felt good.
I felt like this was going to be a good day.
The birds were singing.
The sky was clear.

"Excuse me, can you ring me up? I have somewhere to be and don't have time for you to be spacing out."

I may kill a bitch.

"Is that all ma'am?" I asked her ringing up the final item.
This old woman sneered at me with distaste and annoyance.
Like how dare I speak to her.
She wasn't the Queen of England.
I wasn't fixing to kiss her ass for coming into our store.

She can go to Walmart with that bullshit.
No offense to the Walmart associates.

"No. Just give me my receipt so I can go." She demanded.
I felt my eye twitch.
Like.
It was going to be a good day.
I had high hopes for today.

And this old fucking bat is trying to ruin it.

"Of course ma'am, I just need you to insert your card seeming as you have the chip." I told her with a calm smile even though my patience was wearing thin.
"What the hell is a chip? This is a plastic card your ignor-"

"Is there a problem here?" I heard Loki's voice behind me.
I turned to the annoyed looking werewolf who was trying his best not to glare at this lady.
Had he heard the whole conversation?

"Yes. I am trying to get my receipt but this little minger will not give it to me." She snarled.
Wait.
Did she just call me a minger..?
The fuck?
She isn't any better to look at.
Look at those wrinkles.
"Excuse me ma'am, but unlike you I am still in my youth." I said defending myself.
I swear to God I saw fire in her eyes glaring at me.

"Are you going to let this rat talk to me like that? Where is your manager, bring him here!" She demanded.

"Wow for someone who was needing to go, she's wasting no time starting something here." Styx whistled walking by as I smirked his way.
The woman's eye twitched then looked at Loki with a glare.
"Get him, now." She snapped.

Sighing to himself, Loki looked to me annoyed before walking way to I assume grab Percy.
I stood at my register smiling at the old woman who was standing there literally fuming.
"You're lucky I'm not pressing charges against you, you little wench." She hissed bitterly.
"And yet you're the only one insulting me when all I've tried to do is check you out. If anyone here needs to be pressed charged against, it would probably be you. But that's just my opinion." I said taking a sip of my bottled water.

"You crazy bitch." The woman hissed before the wrinkles and everything hairy rolled off of her.
"Well that's disgusting." I blinked then looked at her.

The once gray haired brown eyed woman now stood there as a six foot model.
I am not shitting you.
She had huge breasts, wide hips and a flat stomach with a booty.
Her blonde hair was curled and all swept to the right side as her blue eyes glared daggers at me.

"Oh, you can shape shift." I pointed out the obvious.
"No wonder you were throwing insults at me like a little brat." I laughed shaking my head.
"And here I thought you were some lonely old cat woman, who just wanted a reason to get attention." I pushed my hair back as I smirked at her.

"I got the manager ma'am and holy shit." Loki's eyes widened at the girl in front of us.
Everyone was gawking at this chick.
Um did I not get the memo of who this person was?
Besides being a total bitch?

"Its Mirabel Grayson." One of the stocker's stated.
Why did that name suddenly ring a bell to me?
Jumping at the sound of a magazine slamming itself onto my belt.
I looked at the front page.
To have this chicks face blasting itself back at me.
Except she was in less clothing and looked more like a slut.
'Mirabel Grayson the top model in Connecticut.'