Bad Boy

Lucas was a bad boy. Everyone knew it, especially me. I was determined to stay away from him and concentrate on college. But he certainly didn't want to stay away from me.


2. He shows up again

"Excuse me, where can I find some jeans?" I turned as an old lady patted me on the shoulder, blinking blankly at me through her glasses. I forced a smile onto my face, pushing the weary look out of my eyes. Give me patience.

I pointed to the far-right corner, at the clearly visible display of jeans. "Right over there," I smiled, trying not to grind my teeth in frustration.

I hated working here. I'd needed money for uni, so I'd replied to the advert in the window of H&M, one of my favourite shops. Given my perfect school record, they'd accepted me as an assistant. But it was a dull and repetitive job, constantly pointing out shelves and picking out t-shirts, each customer expecting you to be their own personal slave. My manager was a middle-aged woman named Sandy. She was perfectly nice, but ran a very tight ship, meaning that you couldn't be late. 

But the 50% off discount was pretty good.

My phone vibrated against my leg and I pulled it out, careful to turn away from Sandy, as you weren't allowed on phones while working. "Hey, is that Evie?" Lana's voice came through the scratchy speaker- I had given her my number earlier.

"Yeah. What do you want? I'm sort of in a hurry." I didn't mean to be rude, but there was an angry looking customer heading my way.

"Oh, sorry. I was just wondering if you wanted to come to a party at mine next Saturday? I'm inviting loads of people." Parties. One of the things I had been looking forward to. School parties tend to get old after a while, and I'd always heard wild things about college parties.

"That'd be great!" The customer was getting closer now, eyes narrowing as she spotted me hiding in the shadows. "Can you give me your address tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure! Bye!" I quickly pressed the End Call button, pushing my phone in my pocket and turning to the girl with a helpful smile. Don't let her be angry.

"Hello, what can I do for you today?" Her eyes swept up and down me disdainfully, though she couldn't have been more than a year older than me. Lucky for her she could spend money, instead of having to slave away for every penny.

She thrust a green blouse towards me, her eyes flashing. "I need this in a size 12." These were the customers I hated, the ones who expected me to do everything for them. It took all my willpower not to ignore her and walk away.

I took it, keeping the fake smile on my face. "Of course," I turned towards the back room, but a hand caught me around the waist. I whirled round, prepared to rip apart whoever it was. 

"Hey babe," Lucas smirked. I shoved his arm from around my waist, with a great deal of effort. God, he was strong. "Wanna come get something to eat?" Make him go away.

I turned back, preparing to ignore him, but he closed his hand around my wrist and yanked me back, none too gently. I didn't attempt to pull it off, as it would probably end in embarrassment. "One, why are you stalking me? Two, we've only met once. Three, I don't want to, and you're a prick." Could grabbing my waist count as sexual assault? Because that was an easy way to get him kicked out.

"I'm not stalking you, I saw you in here. And I could argue with your assessment of me, if you'd give me 5 minutes alone with you." My heart skipped a beat, my face heating up as my breathing quickened. No, I definitely didn't want 5 minutes alone with him.

I was actually scared of him. That was new. I pushed my fear down, keeping a straight face. "Sorry, but I'm not going anywhere alone with you."

I turned back once more, but he kept a hold of my wrist and began to pull me in the other direction. The customer glared daggers at me, as I was pulled past her, still clutching her top. I thrust it at her, hoping she'd get the hint and help. But she just glared as I was dragged past. "Let go of me, you creep!" I shouted, hoping to attract attention. Lucas turned and glared at me, pursing his lips in disapproval.

"Is everything okay over here?" Thank god, it was Brian, the security man. He stepped in front of Lucas, who pulled me over and wrapped his arm firmly around my waist, grinning up at Brian, not scared at all. Save me from him.


"We're fine," Lucas smoothly cut over me. "I was just taking Evie out for coffee." I struggled to dislodge his hand on my waist, but he turned to look at me, promising repercussions if I struggled. My heartbeat began to race, as I stopped pulling at his hand. Fear flooded through me.

Brian looked me up and down, assessing the situation. "That right, Evie?" I nodded weakly, smiling at him as Lucas pulled me out the doors. 

Once we were out of sight of Brian, I ducked out of his grip, turning to face him angrily. "I could get fired for this! I'm going back, now!"

Lucas smiled at me, hands in his pockets, still wearing the exact same thing as yesterday. "No, I don't think you are. Look, I've got coffee in my bag." He pulled out 2 cardboard cups, gently steaming through the small hole in the lids.

I forgot my fear and grabbed a cup from him. "You're a stalker! I am not having coffee with you! Get out of my life!" I ripped the lid off and threw the boiling liquid at him. The steaming coffee hit him in the chest, running down his t-shirt and staining it brown. He let out a moan as it hit him. Good. The coffee that had rebounded was pooling around his feet on the floor, soaking into his converses. Forgive me for that.

I turned on my heel and stormed back to the shop.

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