Alone

Chapter 18

As I got into the car, I did a weird-excited dance to celebrate, but stopped when I got strange looks from passersby. I sent Jacob a quick text letting him know the interview had ended and I was on my way back. My phone pinged as soon as I sent the text.

Jacob
We are at the diner rn. Meet us there.

Me
Cool. I'll be there in a few.

Jacob
How did the interview go? Did you get the job?!

Me
I'll tell you when I get there + I'm starving.

Jacob
When r u not tho?

Me
You're one to talk, piss off.

I ignored the pings coming from the phone as I guided the car onto the street. Jacob always got annoyed when he was purposely being ignored. Today got off on a great start, I successfully got the job and might have possibly made a new friend. I'm sure with all the time we would be spending together working, we would become close. 

Just like Jacob and I had.

*flashback*

I aimlessly pushed the shopping cart around, looking for groceries and most importantly, junk food. I desperately needed it to keep me company for today's marathon of 'The Office'. Moving to a new city had been just as hard as I had expected and I had been living on take-out the entire time I was here.

The sudden urge to get my life back together struck me at three in the morning when I was wide awake hence here I was in the middle of the aisle looking like a lost child. People looked at me oddly, ugh why couldn't they mind their own business? I picked up and dropped random vegetables into my cart and pushed down the urge to flip them off.

I couldn't live on take-out forever, and I needed nutritious food. I also needed to stop being lazy and start working out. The working out hasn't been coming along just yet, but I would eventually get to it. There were a lot of things I needed to do, one step at a time.

After spending an hour and a half getting all the required stuff, it was time to get my favorite thing. I pushed my almost full cart towards the poptart aisle. They were my comfort food, and I could eat them all day. I scanned the aisle and set my sights on the gold, the supreme flavor, S'mores. 

I swiftly reached out to grab the box, but another hand got it and tried to pull it away. I still clutched onto the box, not letting go of it. The other person was relentless too.

I followed the hand to a slight bulging bicep and up a broad shoulder. I had to slightly tilt my head to see his face which had amusement written all over it, and that did not sit well with me. I snatched the box out of his hand, catching him off guard.

"Excuse me, madam. I had that poptart box in my hand first."

I glared at him, "No, old man. I had it first, and you snatched it away from him."

"Um, excuse me. I am nowhere near old, in fact I'm at my prime age." He said, running his hand through his hair.

I rolled my eyes, "You haven't even paid for it. Take another one."

"You haven't paid for it either and I want that one." He childishly pointed to the box I was holding.

Deciding that I had enough of his immaturity, I nodded in agreement. He smiled telling me I was doing the right thing. 

"I'll give it to you—" He nodded eagerly. "Only if you catch it." I said and abruptly fake threw the box which elicited the reaction I was hoping for. He lifted his hands to shield himself from getting hurt and using that to my advantage, I shoved his cart out of the way and zoomed past him.