Chapter 1- First encounters, first impressions

Leaves were rustling against the cold cement of the ground. Trees were becoming naked as their branches tried to hide their shame from the public eye. People were quietly chattering to themselves, wondering why they were out here on a cold night like this. I thought the same thing as I pulled my pale blue fleece jacket closer to me.

I was forced to come out here because certain people didn’t want to get off their lazy asses, in the warm house in a warm comfortable bed…remind me to kill them later.

I reached the store widely known as Wal-Mart. I walked in and grabbed one of the steel buggies and pushed towards the grocery section. Upon reaching the desired spot, I parked the buggy and gave a quick inspection of the vegetables. I almost had to catch my breath at the sight of them. Vegetables that were fresh and ripe.

I know this seems like a lot of fuss over some vegetables, but the vegetables were never fresh. I always asked if they had some better looking ones but they always said the same thing, no. They were always a day late and a dollar short. I think they like putting out nasty looking vegetables just for me.

Impatiently, I grabbed a few of every vegetable and threw them in a bag. Just as I was tying the bag up, I heard two voices about 20 feet or so away. Not wanting to seem nosy, I walked away without a second glance back.

“What do you mean you’re out of them”, someone yelled. I hastily turned around just as everybody else did. There was a woman and man standing there arguing, more so the guy, the woman looked too timid to say anything back.

“I’m sorry sir, we’re out of blueberries for a week”, the woman said, her voice trembling with fear. I could tell why. She was short, around 5’2 or so, petite, light brown hair formed into a bun, high cheekbones, hazel eyes and looked to be around early 30’s to late 20’s.

“You people are becoming moronic by the second.” the guy remarked.

I was quickly taken aback by how devilishly handsome he was, between his cocky demeanor, silky brownish black hair that looked like he was going for the “bed hair” look, and angular features that were balanced by his absolutely hypnotizing sea green eyes. He was wearing a pair of black jeans that fit him perfectly with a loose blue shirt.

“Try to look like you weren’t checking me out...” that guy remarked, rudely interrupting my thoughts about him.

“I wasn’t checking you out!” I lied angrily.

He smirked, he knew I was lying. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

I quickly glanced over to see the woman he was yelling at just a few minutes ago, scurried along.

“How about we drop this lovely conversation of ours and be on our merry little way”, I said in a sweet but sarcastic voice. When he wasn’t saying anything, I walked away.

As I pushed my buggy through the store, getting different things needed, I felt like someone was following me. I turned around to see it was that guy from before.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, anger clearly evident in my voice.

“I’m getting groceries.” he stated as if I was stupid.

“No, really...I hadn’t noticed” I remarked sarcastically.

He laughed heartily. “For a girl I met only a couple minutes ago, you sure know how to make me laugh.”

“For a guy I met only a couple minutes ago, you really are annoying.” I spat mockingly, I then muttered something under my breath. “Not to mention a stalker.” Unfortunately, he heard me.

“Me? Annoying? Nah. Couldn’t be. You must have confused me with someone else.” he answered with a goofy grin on his face. “And I’m not a stalker. I just wanted to get a simple fact.”

“And what fact would that be?”

“The fact that you were obviously checking me out but your silly woman’s intuition says otherwise.”

I rubbed my head as if I were thinking of something.“Well, let's see what my woman's intuition has to say now. Hmm, it's telling that you're a cocky bastard with huge ego the size of Alaska and with a brain as bright as a lava lamp." He started laughing uncontrollably. I didn't see what was so funny.

“You're a fiery thing aren't ya little lady?”

“Little lady!” I exclaimed outrageously. It was bad enough that people thought I was the younger sibling. I don't need this moron to call me little.“Well, how about my little knee come in contact with your little jewels?”

“Whoa easy there. I sure as hell don't want that to happen." he put his hands up in surrender, slightly backing away from me. Yay.

I smiled evilly. “That's what I thought."

“Damn. You’re evil!” he laughed.

“You’re damn right I am." I replied proudly."Now kindly leave my presence before I make good on my threat." He chuckled before leaving like the good little boy he was.

I smiled victoriously at my accomplishment, glancing down at my watch. Shit! It was already 6:23 and I needed to be home to feed agitated, impatient, and most likely hungry men.

I quickly rushed to the checkouts, passing up people who were getting close to checking out. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on my side today for I ended up behind a plump lady with fading blonde hair and overly excessive makeup on. She had a million things in her buggy and they were all small items. Currently, she was digging in her purse, not realizing or possibly not caring that she was holding up the line. Either way, I was getting angry.

“Um, excuse me?” I called to the lady. No answer. “Excuse me." This time it was a little louder but still no answer. I was just about to yell her to move it but someone beat me to it.

“Hey! You dried up old hag! Move your damn buggy already! Some of us have to live you know!” the annoying twit, who was annoying me earlier, yelled at the plump woman.

She turned around so quickly, I thought her head was going to spin off. Her face was wrinkled and her heavily done make up were almost atrocious to look at.

“Listen you little punk...don’t you ever speak to me that way! I’m old enough to be your mother!” she snarled furiously. “And if I was, I would smack that smart ass smirk right off your face!” With that said, she angrily pushed her buggy towards the cashier and silently fumed while she checked out.

After that little scenario was done, I paid for my stuff and made my way to my car. It was a sapphire blue Ford Escape. I loved this SUV more than I loved my IPOD... okay maybe not that much but I do love it. I paused for a second to look for my keys. I sometimes can't find anything in my purse. Luckily, I found them and clicked the car open. Opening the trunk, I noticed I was missing a bag. A bag filled with personal feminine products. Oh shit! How the hell did I forget!

I hurriedly closed the trunk as I tried running back into the store. But I couldn't because someone grabbed me from behind, one arm around my waist and the other firmly planted on my ass. I growled silently, elbowing whoever it was and quickly getting out my pepper spray.

“Damn! No need to get the pepper spray!” someone exclaimed amusedly. I calmed myself down to see if was that stupid jackass I had the pleasure of meeting earlier. I hesitantly put the can away, telling my self that I’d rather keep it out.

“Well, don’t sneak up on me like that and I wouldn’t have to!" Was my snappy reply.

“I was just trying to get your attention.”

“Getting my attention?!” I yelled disbelievingly. “You grabbed me from behind and then had the nerve to cop a feel!”

“Cop a feel... I have no idea what you mean.” he grinned innocently. First he's annoying then a pervert. Great...

“Don’t be cute.”

“I can't stop being cute. It's in my genes."

I shot him a death glare. “Was there a specific reason for grabbing me?”

“I don’t ?"

“Don’t answer questions with questions.” I stated irritiably.

“Don’t answer questions with questions.” he mocked childishly as he leaned against my car.

Son of a bitch is pissing me and leaning against my car. “Stop leaning against my car and quit mocking me!”

He just mocked me again while bursting out with laughter. He’s an asshole, plain and simple.

“Grr…stop mocking me for the last time jackass.” I gritted through my teeth.

“No need for harsh names." he responded breathlessly. "But can you do something for me?”

“What?” I asked annoyingly.

“Do that growl again. It was sexy."

“Umm, let me think about that… hell no. Now if you do mind, I have to go find my bag” I replied rudely, pushing him out of the way, as I ran back into the store to see if my bag was in here.

“Excuse me but did I leave my bag in here?" I asked hopefully, praying that no one took my bag.

“Yes you did.” she answered, flicking some of her stringy red hair away from her face. I practically screamed in my head. “But…”

My face fell. “But what?”

“That young man that was behind you said he would take it to you."she man behind me? Wait a minute…why that son of a bitch. Wait… no… why that son of a fucking prostitute.

“Oh thank you, sorry for wasting your time." I apologized as I dashed out of there. That bastard had my bag all along and he didn’t even tell me. I see red or at least I’m going to.

I looked around to find that son of a “wished he didn’t mess with me” bitch. And there he was just casually leaning against the wall in front of my car. He turned to look at me and tried his best to stifle the laughs that were coming out.

I walked furiously over to him. “Why you fucking bastard!” He just smirked at me, as if I said something funny. He won’t be laughing when I’m through with him. “Don’t smirk at me like that! Why the hell didn't you tell me you had my bag?!"

"I thought it would be funny. In which it was for me. Your face was down right hilarious." he replied while flashing those pearly whites of his.

“I hate you and I don’t even know you."

“ don't really mean that." he whined playfully.

“Yes I do." I stated truthfully.

“You’re so mean." he complained jokingly.

“And proud of it”, I replied proudly.

“Wow, I like a girl with confidence." he said suavely, winking flirtasciously at me.

“Keep dreaming lover boy."

“Don’t worry I will." he grinned widely.

I sighed hopelessly. “Will you give me back my bag now?”

“Nah”

“Why not!" I snapped.

“Cuz you gotta do something for me." he explained. I dreaded doing things for people. I sighed inwardly. “ do I have to do?”

“Couldn’t resist the charm, I see”

I shot up my middle finger at him, he just laughed. “When and where?”

“Just tell me what the hell I have to do!" I snapped.

“Temper, temper”, he remarked, wagging his finger at me. “But all you have to do is give me your cell phone so I can get your number."

“Uh…why don’t I just give you my cell phone number instead.” I suggested hopefully, seeing he was gullible to fall for that.

“Cuz you might tell me the wrong number so just give me the phone already.” he demanded. Damn. he was so lucky that I was such a nice person...

I grabbed my phone from out of my pocket and handed it to him. He snatched it away as he started punching in numbers on his phone.

Finally after 5 minutes wasted, he gave me my phone back. I happily snatched it away and put in back in my pocket. Making a mental note to myself to get my number changed.

“Now my bag?” I asked, sighing exasperatedly.

“Oh you mean this?” he asked as he almost magically made the bag appear.

“Yes I mean that."I gritted through my teeth. I was starting to get annoyed and pissed. Scratch that. I was above a level of unattainable anger.

“What about it?" I was so close to wringing his neck.

“Give it back to me!” I snapped.

He just shook his head like I did something bad. "First say the magic word." he teased.

“No clue what the magic word is." I replied innocently..

He smirked. “Yes you do. Now say the magic word or you don't get the bag"

I silently growled. “Please."

He handed me my bag “See how easy it was."

I snatched the bag and quickly put in the car. I made way to the car door before realizing I had to do something. I was going to regret this. I walked back over to that chump and muttered a small thanks.

He stared at me like I was speaking a foreign language. “Did you just say thanks?”

“Yeah, so, is that a problem?!” I questioned, raising a eyebrow.

“No. It’s just weird to hear you say it but you’re welcome.” he replied while putting a hand through his hair.

“Now I’m leaving if you do mind...” I remarked, getting into my car. Putting the key in the ignition, I wondered if I would ever see this guyt again.

Jordan’s P.O.V

I watched as she furiously drove off. Man, she sure was a fiery one. I never met anyone like her, she was like perfect.

From her beautiful long auburn, more red than brown hair that gracefully fell down in curls, to her china doll emerald green eyes that seemed like they could pierce through anything, her cute little nose and pouty lips, that I desperately longed to kiss, perfectly formed breasts, a cute very grab able ass,…she had a body of a fucking goddess.

Shit, I sound like a poet. But lady luck granted me a lady and I was about get very lucky. Not only could she entice my raging male hormones but she could make me laugh.

I knew I was about to have fun with this one…real fun indeed.

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