Married At Nineteen

Chapter Thirty-nine

Eddy

It was mid year and I had already secured a place at a hospital for my industrial attachment. It was my third month, everything as smooth as it could be.

After a hangout with Blake and Grace which would have been the best ever if those two didn't bark words at each other. It seemed like Blake had trouble mixing with my friends and the helpless guy finds pleasure in blaming me for it.

"Why are all the people around you not made of chocolate like normal people? I have more sweet friends than you, you know." He said once but I replied to him with a comeback.

"Excuse me? They would taste sweet if you had washed your mouth. And save your sweet friends for later when they begin losing their sweetness." I retorted but I didn't expect him to take it seriously.

"And that's why they're at arm's length." He spoke up immediately. I found it intriguing that Blake would reveal something like that to me. He frowned as if he had just been told he was ugly.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that." Knowing him, he would totally shut me out so instead of making the conversation go stale, I said that.

It worked as I saw a smile dancing around his lips. Was he keeping me at arms length too? After the six months, I'm sure he'll disappear. Part of me felt like asking him why he keeps people at arms length when I see people around him a lot. Part of me felt guilty because I would soon betray him. I knew that for sure.

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Honestly I had been running out of clothes so I had to give a surprise visit to the boutique. I decided to go out with my natural heavy curls of a hair instead of straightening it as I used to do.

I stepped into the mall, the cold crisp air causing a wrinkling sensation on my face. I just needed a few clothes and then I would be out in a jiffy.

With a straight face, I made for the wears section. My eyes sparked with delight at the sight of inviting chiffon tops and gowns. I ran a hand over the rows of hangers, my eyes taking a satisfying skim over the wears.

Then one finally caught my eye but as I reached for it, someone quickly took it. I snapped my gaze to meet huge sunglasses staring at the top in her hand. She held the cloth to eye level, turning it side to side in quick assessment. I was upset at her rude behavior that I didn't give time to check her features as that was an instinctual response we can't resist doing when meeting someone for the first time.

"Excuse me?" I said, gaining her attention. She looked like a fake celebrity in those glasses. I felt like pulling them off her face but she did well to remove them herself.

"Can I help you?" She asked, her nude lipstick giving her lips a full plump look. Familiarity struck me but I couldn't fix the puzzle for that one.

"As a civilized citizen, what would you do if someone purposely tried to annoy you by taking what they know you wanted?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"As a civilized citizen I would forget about it." She said, a smile tugged on her lips in a familiar smirk. Jeez where have I seen her?

"Haha very funny but I would kindly need that cloth back." I retorted less aggressively but serious enough.

She stared at the cloth for a while longer and then at my face like she had found something interesting. It was then I ran a quick glance down her figure. She was pretty stunning with her egg plant high-waisted jeans and cold shoulder crop top which accentuated her long legs and curves. She was young but I knew I was younger if my instincts were correct. There was a lot of difference in our height. Although I would credit that majorly to the six inches heel she was wearing.