It All Started From the Stop(Sign)

Chapter Three- Why The Floor Am I?

I blink.

And blink again.

I feel the cool tile floor underneath my body and I see a worried face peering down at me. Scratch that. I see a GORGEOUS face about a foot away from mine.

Wait a second. This doesn't make sense. I'm supposed to be working, not laying on the floor. And why is there a customer on this side of the counter? There's really only one logical explanation for this situation, but even that's highly improbable.

A look of relief floods the face in front of me. He watches me intently, not saying a word.

"Why the floor am I?" I ask. Hm. That doesn't sound quite right.

"Why am I floor on?" I try again. I frown in confusion. What? Why can't I speak correctly? That's not what I mean. I let out a frustrated sigh.

The guy smirks a little, his golden eyes twinkling in amusement. He looks like he's enjoying this.

"WHY AM I ON THE FLOOR?" I finally get out. I smile proudly. Now thats right. There's a pounding in my head and I feel very hot.

The attractive guy leans back on his legs.

"Well, I must say, in all my years I've never had any girls actually swoon at the sight of me. I mean, I know I'm incredibly hot and all, but that was actually pretty dangerous," the guy said, a permanent smirk settled on his face.

So many words! Why does he speak so many? The buzzing in my head fades out and I begin to think more clearly. I think I know what happened.

"Did I faint?" I ask this beautiful stranger. I've never fainted before! It doesn't make any sense.

He looks at me and gives me a "duh" face. I look around at my surroundings. I'm still at Emmi's so that's good. I suddenly get really hot for a few seconds, but then it fades. I still feel like someone's beating against my head, but that's also slowly going away.

I still can't believe that I actually fainted. The one time I ever faint in my whole 16 years of living, and it's in front of the hottest guy I've seen in my entire life. I mentally groan.

Well, I need to get this guy out of the store so that I can lock up and go home to get some sleep. Mother will be worried sick if she finds out so I need to beg Alex not to tell her. She'll abort all her work plans and come straight home, and I am not OK with that. I'm a young adult and I can take care of myself.

I prop my elbow up, and try to sit. My elbow momentarily gives out and I drop to the floor.

"Woah. Hang on," the guy says, quickly catching me. I give the man a weak smile before firmly placing my hand on the floor so I can sit. I still feel a little light headed, but that's it.

"I'm fine now. But thanks," I reply. I make a move to stand up, but the guy gently pulls me back down. I frown at him. I absolutely DO NOT like being man handled.

I try to get up again, but he pulls me back down again.

"No, you're not. You need to lay down, not walk around. Your color has just started coming back to your face. Don't be f***ing stupid," he says.

I feel my heartbeat increase as I quickly push myself so that I'm standing up. He has no right to tell me what to do, and now I'm angry. I grip the counter and glare down at him. I know I shouldn't be mad, I mean he did probably catch me so my head didn't crack open when I fainted, but I know what's best for me. I don't like people telling me what I can and can't do.

"Listen, what I need is to get home. So if you would kindly tell me what you want,  it would be much appreciated and then we can both go home," I explain.