Arielles POV
It's been three days since I last heard from Jason. I guess it probably doesn't help that I haven't messaged him either but still. I've noticed that he's been with Brandon a lot via social media. That's the only way to tell what he's been up to lately.
I was on my last hour of my shift when I noticed a familiar face walk in. One that I really didn't want to see. His eyes instantly locked with mine and he gave a small smile, slowly making his way over here. Great. Fucking great.
I continued on with what I was doing, dressing the mannequin in the best selling clothes at the moment.
"Hey Arielle, long time no see." He appeared beside me.
"What are you doing here, Jude?" I rolled my eyes, not even looking at him.
"My sister needed to grab a few things." He answered.
"You've been MIA lately. The last time I saw or heard anything of you was when you picked Noah up from the park. You know he's shagging his step sister, right?" He scoffed at the end. My blood began to boil. He obviously doesn't know that I'm this girl he's apparently "shagging".
"Cool." I shrugged my shoulders.
"I just thought I'd let you know in case you fall for his wicked ways and end up getting hurt by him." He spoke.
"Much like I did with you? You're a sick person, Jude." My voice was low so no one else could hear me being not so kind to a 'customer'.
"Oh come on, you gave me mixed signals Arielle. You wanted me, and probably still do." He smirked.
"I'm good thanks." I grimaced, gathering up the old clothes and heading towards the back room, Jude still following me.
"I'm better than Noah, and you know it." He shouted after me as I opened up the staff only door, ignoring his words."Was he talking to you?" Juliet, my co-worker, asked.
"He's an idiot." I rolled my eyes, folding the clothes up and popping them on the over stock shelf.
"Want me to tell him to leave?" She asked.
"I'll be fine." I shook my head, heading back outside to see that he was still standing there.
"Oh, you're still here." I huffed, walking past him and towards some clothes that had just been tossed on the floor. Lovely.
"You should know that I alway get what I want, Ari." His voice was low and somewhat threatening.
"And what is it that you want?" I asked, unsure of what he wanted. I had my ideas but I didn't want to just assume that.
"You. Your body. All of you." He whispered, his lips dangerously close to my ear.
The second he said that, I felt sick to my stomach.
"Get away from me." I gritted my teeth, turning my gaze back to the clothes.
"Oh come on baby-" He started, placing a hand on the small of my back but before he could say anything else, I swatted his hand away and shoved him back.
"I said get away from me." My voice was now a lot louder and had drawn attention to us.
"Lower your voice. Everyone is looking at us." He whispered harshly, his eyes boring into my own as he tried to hold my hand.
"Don't fucking touch me!" I had lost it now. I'm very aware that I'm going to get a bollocking from Jim later on today but I didn't care. A 'customer' was harassing me. That's not right.
"Arielle to the managers office please." Jim's voice was heard through the speakers. I gulped, shoving past Jude.
"I always get what I want!" He shouted after me. I dodged the few people that were here and headed to the managers office.Jim was already standing at the door as I approached and he quirked an eyebrow at me, gesturing me inside.
I took a seat on the chair opposite his and he gave me a stern look.
"What on earth was that?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest.
"That guy was harassing me, you can't seriously be telling me off for standing up for myself." I raised my eyebrows.
"Then you should have come to me and I would have sorted it out. You don't just stand on the shop floor and shout. We have other customers, you know." He shook his head.
"You must have been watching me on the cameras. He touched me Jim! He has no right!" I started to raise my voice but quickly lowered it when I realised who I was talking to.
"He placed a hand on your back, it didn't look much like a threatening or sexual touch. You're fine, aren't you?" He asked.
"Are you kidding me right now? That guy is sick in the head. He's probably waiting for me right now and as a girl, that terrifies me!" I was now shouting and I couldn't care less. Jim obviously cares more about the shops reputation than my well-being.
"He left the shop after I called you in here, you're fine and if I were you, I'd lower your voice." He pursed his lips.
"You know what-" I started, kicking the chair back and standing up.
"Fuck you. You should be understanding, supportive and there for your work colleagues safety but all you care about is this shop. You only care that it gets good ratings and you don't give two shits about the staff here. I'm done. That's it. I'm taking my stuff and I'm going, I'm not coming back!" I had really lost it now. I stormed out the room, not giving him a second look and I headed towards the staff room where I gathered up my bits."Everything ok?" Juliet asked as she followed me in here.
"I'm leaving." I huffed, pulling my bag out of my locker and slamming it shut.
"Oh, and tell Jim that he can take this key and shove it up his big fat, hairy asshole." I tossed the locker key at her before stomping out. I'm aware that I may be overreacting but what Jude did was wrong. He shouldn't touch me, especially not at my workplace and for Jim to not stand up for me, that was the last straw.Honestly, I didn't want to leave this place knowing that Jude was probably out there waiting for me so I pulled my phone out of my pocket and clicked on my dads contact.
I placed the phone to my ear, tapping my foot on the white marble floor, getting impatient as it continued to ring. No answer, great. He's probably at work. He mentioned something about going in for another meeting to tell him whether he got the job as manager or not. I know Kelly was most definitely at work but I didn't exactly know what Noah was doing. Dad had dropped me in this morning so I didn't have my car.
I clicked on Noah's contact, him answering the call almost straight away.
"Room service, how may I help?" His voice filled my ear. I cracked a small smile.
"Noah, can you pick me up please?" I asked, my voice cracking ever so slightly.
"Everything ok?" I could tell he was frowning on the other side of the phone.
"Yeah, I just really need you." I spoke quietly, afraid that I'd crumble if I spoke any louder. The adrenaline of what's just happened was just leaving my system and all I wanted to do was cry.
"I'll be there as soon as I can, stay put." And with that, the phone call had ended.I looked around at my surroundings. I was getting a few strange looks from some customers and I let out a shaky breath. Not now Arielle. Now is not the time for a panic attack.
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