Scottish Gold (An Outsiders Fic)

Chapter 18: All- American Shopping Trip

Vikki's POV

Karen gave me a little grocery list of a variety of items and foods to get from the local store. It was my first time going all by myself, and I was a little anxious, but mostly excited. It would probably take forever because I had only gone to this store a couple times before with Karen, but it would be a "grown up" thing for me to do as a fill-in American!

The walk to the store was pretty long, but it went by quickly because I was able to get a good look at the town around me. I love to go on drives, but it is difficult when the buildings and streets whiz by so fast. The birds were singing softly, and I tried to mimic their songs but I can only whistle one long note. When I came to a crossroads, I would pull out the map Soda had given me for Christmas. I've had it folded up in my pocket ever since, and used it on a number of occasions already. I swear, if it weren't for the map, I probably would be halfway to New York City by now. Sometimes my Pa would say that, back when I was in Scotland!

It has been warming up tremendously lately, so I did not bother to bring my jacket along. I wore a navy blue knee length skirt with a thick band, paired with a button up pin stripe shirt of white and a light blue, tucked under the band. I slid on a black pair of high top converse that I got for Christmas before I left the house. This is one of my favorite outfits because this skirt has pockets.

I shook my head remembering the night before in the alleyway, trying to bite the inside of my lip to keep myself from looking like I am smiling at nothing. The way Soda held me with such need, like he was never gonna let me go. I wish he had not. I wish he had left his arms wrapped tight around me like he did that night. Ever since that kiss it almost seemed like my skin was on fire, my heartbeat in my fingertips, wanting him to touch me again, even if it was just a brush against my hand.

Another question was: why? All I have been told of him was that he was a playboy, and every girl in town hangs around the DX just to get a glimpse of his good looks. So why would he want me? Especially since I am leaving for Scotland again in June. Unless this was just his ploy to get under my skin. I wondered how many girls he's played with. I didn't want to just be a pawn in his little game. I shook my head again to get the thoughts out of my head. How could it be though? I may not have much experience, but you cannot fake a kiss like that.

Can you?

Maybe I am overthinking this. I wonder if he is thinking about this just as much as I am. I hoped he was. I hoped the kiss wasn't just a passing thought in his mind, like it was nothing or simply spontaneous. Because it was not nothing to me.

I was so stuck in my head I barely noticed when I had arrived at the supermarket. It was a giant store, similar to Scottish Grocer back home. The only thing that drew me out of my haze was a car honking at me because I nearly walked into it. I apologized profusely, hurrying into the store. There were a few large glass doors that needed to be pulled with a handle. I ran in to get away from the driver who was scolding me from the window, to watch where I'm going. A burst of cold was enough to wake anyone from a deep sleep, and I was almost overwhelmed by the amount of isles and the different signs everywhere.

I was quick to turn a corner and accidentally bumped into someone who had the same thought. My foot slipped from under me, causing me to yelp and land smack in my arse.

"Oh! I'm real sorry, Miss. I didn't mean to!" The tall boy in clean cut slacks and pale blue button down shirt and a braw crew cut hair apologized to me. I immediately pegged him as a Soc due to the lack of hair grease in his beautiful blonde hair. He looked around my age, and a little familiar. I'm sure I've seen him around school. "Darling, are you okay? Do ya need any help?" The boy asked, offering me his hand.

"Aye." I said, grabbing his hand and letting him gracefully pull me back up into my feet. I fixed my skirt and prayed that no one else saw.

"Ya okay?" He asked caringly.