You Don't Know Me (Punk Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 2: Vodka

*LACEY'S POV*

I am staring at the clock on the wall. It's almost 11pm and the last costumer just left. At least I hope it was the last one. Just few more minutes and I can close the shop and go home to meet my loving bed. I smile for myself. I work through the weekends and holidays in my dad's little grocery shop. Since we're not going to school now, I'm here. It's already dark outside.

Last 2 minutes and I can go. Suddenly someone opens the door, walks in and slams the door. I'm surprised the glass on them didn't break in pieces. I'm looking at the person who is obviously drunk and I'm a little bit scared. Person put the hood from his head down and I recognize one of these punk guys from school and then the pair of blue eyes. The same person was staring at me on NYE at the square.

I have to try to be professional, it's already 11pm and I'm supposed to close the shop. "Can I help you?" I ask politely. The boy comes closer to the shop counter "give me a bottle of vodka" he says pretty angrily and he looks like he's annoyed. I can't give him another bottle of alcohol when he's already drunk. I mean, it's not my problem, but what if something will happen to him? "Give me that fucking bottle or I will break this shop down" he says more angrily than before clearly losing his patience. I take all the courage in me and tell him, "calm down or I'll call the police". He just grins at me, "if I were you, I wouldn't do it".

*LUKE'S POV*

"Why not?" she asked me. Yes, why not? Why wouldn't she call the fucking police? Damn it. Fuck. "Just give me that fucking vodka and I'll leave" I say. Even when I'm drunk and my sight is blurry, I can recognize that girl. I would recognize those blue eyes everywhere and any time. Fuck, she looks like she worries. Why would she? I need to do something. I lean over the counter closer to her and stroke her cheek, "look, baby girl, none of us wants the trouble, so give me that fucking vodka so I can leave." She starts shaking, she's obviously scared, I don't want to hurt her, but I don't have any other choice.

But even after this she doesn't make any move. She just stands there. Fuck. Scare her more Lucas, you can do it... She's not giving me many options since this is the only shop that close which is open. Well, it's supposed to be closed now. One more try, "OK, I'm pretty sure you want to be home now, so give me that fucking vodka and I'll leave and you'll go home." The only thing she does is just staring at me and then she shakes her head, which clearly means no. "Fuck!" I scream and bang on counter. I look around to find the way behind the fucking counter where all alcohol is on the shelf. I spot the little door on the left side.

*LACEY'S POV*

He smirks at me and starts to move to the left. What is he doing? Until I find out he's already behind the counter. "You can't be here, please go back on the other side of the counter" I tell him but he starts laughing. "You don't want to give me the fucking bottle of fucking vodka, so I'll take it by myself" he says and push me away when I'm close to him. I have to stop him. I don't want to call the police, because I don't want to get him into trouble. I come closer to him, grab his arm and try to pull him away from the shelf while he's looking for vodka.

*LUKE'S POV*

I feel someone's pulling me, but I still stand on the same place without any move. I turn around and force her against the counter and wrap my arm around her waist. She tries to push me away from her, but she's not strong enough. I smirk at her and while she's in shock I turn around to shelf, grab the bottle of vodka and put it on the counter. She still stands at the same place where I left her. I make my way on the other side of counter and when I'm walking past, I whisper in her ear "good girl." When I'm on the other side of counter I put my hand in the pocket and pull out the money, put them on the counter, grab the fucking vodka and leave.