With My Last Breath(Rewriting)

Chapter 9

   Rolling over I looked at the clock. Holy crap! Realizing the time, I shot up out of bed. I had fifteen minutes to get ready and head to work. I can't believe I missed school. Last night I was too busy daydreaming about what happened between Jake and I, that I forgot to set my alarm clock. I know I wasn't going to miss a whole lot at school. Today was lecture day and all you do is take notes. I would just ask a classmate if I could borrow their notes. Picking up my phone, I dialed the library's number. Waiting for someone to pick up, I was hoping that April was working. She always loved working a double-shift. " Daytona Library this is Cassi. Can I help you?"

" Hey Cassi this is Andrea. I was wondering if you could work for me this afternoon? I'm not feeling my greatest," I asked hoping she would say yes.

" What am I going to get out of this?" she asked sounding snotty. Cassi will never do anything for you, unless you give her something in return.

" Seriously Cassi. All those times I covered for you when you weren't sick. Can't you give me a break?" I asked. Pleading with god that she would just say yes and not ask for anything. Waiting for an answer, I got brushed out the tangles in my hair.

" Well... okay fine, but this will never happen again. Do you understand?"

" Yes. Thanks you are a..." Before I could finish all I heard was a click and the phone went silent. Setting my phone on the desk, I walked into the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat. Looking into the cupboards, the only thing I found was a half opened bag of stale potato chips. Walking over to the frigde, I remembered that I hadn't been to the store in about a week or so. I rarely eat here, so I decided to get dressed and make a list of what I needed.

   Grabbing my purse, I started walking towards the door, when the doorbell rang. Jumping back from the door I dropped my purse, it's contents falling everywhere. Stepping over the mess I opened the door, expecting it to be Sarah. When I looked there was no one standing there. I took a couple of steps out looking straight ahead and up and down the street. I didn't see anybody, so I just shrugged it off. Probably a couple of kids pulling a ding dong ditch prank. I picked up my stuff, put it back in my purse and went to the grocery store.

   Going to the grocery store is definitely not on my top ten list of things to do. I always run into a friend from high school. It's the same questions everytime. Where are you working? Are you going to college? If so what are you majoring in? How's your family? I could go on and on, but I think you get the picture. When I shop I try to keep my head lowered, but up enough that I can still see where I am going. As I was going over my list, I remembered that I needed to get body wash. I had enough for about a week , but since I was already here, why not.

    Walking to isle five, I felt as if someone was staring at the back of my head. Slowin down, I causally turned around, like I was looking for something. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. When I turned my head back around I crashed into a tomato soup can display. Cans of soup falling and spilling in every direction. I started to blush, while everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at the idiot who knocked them over. A couple of high school kids were laughing and pointing. As I was reaching for one, a pair of black ratty, old worn out  shoes stood in front of me.

    " Need some help?" he asked while kneeling down. Looking at his face, I realized it was Zak. He had on a Kroger shirt , with his crooked name tag and a pair of khaki pants.

     " Yes. I'm very sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going and crashed right into this. Why do they even put these displays in the middle of the walk way?" I asked, still angry at myself for not paying attention.

" That's a good question, that I believe I don't know the answer to. Are you alright though?" he asked concerned.

" Yea I'm fine, I can't say the same for these cans," I said picking up one with a huge dent.