Bunny

6

We made it to the store and Isaiah followed behind me, quietly touching things, as I pushed the cart and looked around.
A few times he'd see somebody he knew and they'd stop, do a handshake, and talk for a little while I'd wait for them to finish. Like I am right now.

"Who this?" his friend asked.
Isaiah shrugged.
"You don't know shorty name?"
"I just been callin' her 'Bunny'."
"She ain't white..."
"That ain't why, dumbass! It's 'cause she fuckin' soft and easy to scare."
"Oh..." his friend looked back at me. He jumped at me and I flinched. I wish these people would stop doing that to me.

Isaiah slapped his arm and his friend laughed.

"My bad. I ain't expect that to work." he snickered. "I'm sorry."
I didn't respond.
"You right though," he told Isaiah. "But what's your name for real?" the friend asked me.
"Willow..."
"That's cute. Marcus." he introduced.
I just nodded.

"How the fuck you end up with this motherfucker? You look like you afraid of kittens. This bitch owns a gun." Marcus laughed.
Isaiah laughed too and punched him in the shoulder.

Why do these people find entertainment out of making fun of me?

"You about to cry?" Marcus asked.
"No..." I stated. This is just my face...
"Nah, she always look like that." Isaiah answered.
"The fuck?" Marcus laughed.
"Chill." Isaiah commanded.
"My bad. But I gotta go."
"What you here for?" Isaiah wondered.
"Batteries. Controller died on me while I was in the middle of a game."
"Damn."
"Yea, I'll hit you up later."
"A'ight."
Marcus slapped Isaiah's shoulder then walked off.

I looked at Isaiah.
Maybe it was the messy black hair or the face and neck tattoos (or all of the tattoos) that made us look weird when we were together. I know I don't look like the type to hang around this genre of people. My dad prides himself on keeping me away from it even though money was tight.

"What?" he asked and snapped me out of it.
"Nothing." I turned back around and began pushing the cart again.

"Willow, huh?" he asked behind me as we walked.
"Yea..."
"I like 'Bunny' more." He threw a bag of chips over my shoulder and into the cart.
"Why?" I wondered.
"Cause I came up with it and it fits."
"Oh..."
"You even speak soft. Goddamn," he scoffed.
"Are you insulting me?"
"No. I'm observing."
"Oh..."

Wait a second...

I turned and looked at him. His eyes shot up.

"Walk in front of me." I commanded.
"For what?" he snickered.
"Isaiah."
"Bunny..."
"Walk in front of me." I repeated.
He chuckled and walked past me with his hands in his sweatshirt pocket.
"You don't trust me or somethin'?"
Not even a little bit.

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We arrived at the register with everything.
I started putting the items on the conveyor belt.

I watched Isaiah toss a pack of gum onto it as well. I looked at him.

"123.47." said the cashier.
"Oh...no, that's too much...um..." I began looking for stuff to take off.
As I was talking, Isaiah pulled the credit card out of my hand and just shoved it into the machine.
I looked at him as he looked at the screen. The machine beeped and he removed it then gave me the card back.
"Isaiah-..."
"Get your shit, let's go." he stated and walked off.

I took the bags and placed them in the cart then followed behind after receiving the receipt.

We got to the car and I began putting everything in the trunk, Isaiah helped me then closed it.

We got back in his car.

"I'm sorry." I said and handed him the card as he started the car.
"For what?"
"That was a lot of money...I didn't expect it to cost that much or else I wouldn't have gotten it. I could've just used bleach for a lot of it I think."
"She give you a budget?"
"No, she just handed-..."
"Then shut up." he instructed and reversed out of the parking lot.
I rolled my eyes then sat back and messed with my sleeves.
Fucking asshole.

I heard him sigh.
"You hungry or somethin'?" he asked.
I shook my head.

I watched him turn into a drive thru parking lot.

We sat in line and he turned his music up.

I just looked down at my sleeves and picked at them.

"What do you want?" he asked.
"I'm not hungry."
"Don't lie. You been at my place all day and haven't eaten anything. Be honest."
I looked slightly up and at the menu.

"Number 6?" I decided.
"That's what you want?" He looked at it. I heard him snicker. "Chicken nuggets?"
"I don't know this place. You can't mess up chicken nuggets."
"Yea, alright. What's your drink?"
"Lemonade..."

The car in front of us pulled up and he followed. We were at the speaker.

"Hi, can I take your order?" asked the speaker.
"Yea, let me get a number 6 with a lemonade..."
"Anything else?"
I forgot to tell him a sauce...
"Barbecue sauce." he stated.
I smiled to myself.

He ordered something for himself too then pulled to the window.

"14.36 is your total." the girl said at the window.
He handed her the card.
"That's a really nice car." she smiled.
"Oh yea? You like it?"
"Yeaa...black cars are sexy."
"Thank you."
"Is that your girlfriend?"
"Nah."
"Oh. You're really hot."
He scoffed. "Thank you."
"No problem."
I watched her grab a pen before handing Isaiah his card and receipt back.
He threw it into the cup holder and I saw the phone number written on the receipt.
He drove up to the next window.

My bag was handed to me and we pulled off.

I don't eat in other people's vehicles because I'm always afraid of leaving a mess in a setting that isn't my own. Plus his car smelled too nice to do that.

We arrived back at his house shortly and I put away all of the materials that we'd gotten.

"Okay I think that's everything...so..."
"You ain't eat." he stated before taking a bite of his burger.
"Yea, I was gonna take it home..."
His brows furrowed in confusion. "You're such a weirdo."
"How?"
"Just eat it here, dude."
"I didn't want to intr-..."
"If you say intrude, I'm gonna throw my drink at you. Sit down. Eat."

I gently closed the cabinet that I'd placed the cleaning supplies in and walked over to the seat next to him.
I began taking out my food.