“A Twisted Love………and Fate?!”
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Working in a 24hour convenience store made me think twice....am I going to work here forever or just quit this damn boring job......? But hey, don’t get me wrong, I love this job. Because I met a lot of people everyday, some were polite, others were rude and worst, bitches who doesn’t care whether they hurt you or not, physically or emotionally. But the best thing that ever happened to me working here was that, I met her, my bestfriend.........
'DING'
I was jolted out in my thoughts when my co-worker slams her palm purposely in a tiny bell situated just at my right side, startling me. When I looked at her, I wish I could smack her head and in that way she would stop smirking at me.
"You were spacing out again" she said, still smirking at me.
I chuckled and looked away from her, standing from where i was sitting and pretending to arrange the objects scattered in the counter table.
"I am not spacing out" i replied, facing her and at the same time glare at her.
"Aw, you know I’m already immune to that glare of yours, so come clean already and tell me what’s bothering you"
She smiles cutely at me as her eyes piercing right through my being.
I hate to admit this but this girl has an effect to me when she smiles and looks at me like that, like what she's doing right now. I like her smiling face especially her smiling eyes...
"What? You’re a psychic now that you can tell something’s bothering me?” I folded my arms in front of my chest, waiting for her to retaliate.
"I don’t need to be a psychic to know something’s up with you, y'know?"
I know what she means, i could hardly conceal it. The feeling inside me. She looked at me with her worrying expression.
"Brat!" I said smiling, turning to leave her and do my job.
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The clock strikes 12pm; the school bell rang, signaling for lunch time. Oh, how glad i am to be finally out from that suffocating room. I hurried out but not forgetting to take my bento with me but suddenly someone grab my wrist. I looked at the offending hand grabbing me, then sl0wly to the owner’s hand. She was looking at me with her sad face, for a moment i want to give in. Smile at her, telling her its fine, that everything’s alright between us but i cant, i just cant. Yanking her hand away tore my heart, i don’t want to hurt her anymore but my mind was shouting to distance myself from her. Seeing the hurt expression in her pretty face tightened the grip i had with my bento and with heavy steps i turned around, walking as fast as i could... Just a little more time, just a little more and i guess i wont hurt you anymore.