{ the gif is me, bye }
"Alex." Great. Just great. This is just what I needed - another idiot in my life.
"I guess you're mad, huh?" I take a step back and move the basket from my left to right arm.
"Congrats captain dumbass," I mutter, "anything else you'd like to point out while we're stating the obvious?"
"I'm sorry, Maggie," his tone was quiet.
"Congrats for having sympathy."
"If you could just let me explain," he sighs. "After a date."
"Absolutely not," I raise my voice. "Tell me now."
"I can't," he looks around. "Please? A date and I promise I'll tell you everything."
"Maybe," I sigh. "I'll text you later with an answer. I'm more or less just giving an excuse to get out of this conversation.
"Okay, thank you." He smiles sheepishly before I brush past him.
Alex is honestly the last person I want to deal with right now. He's a complete asshole. There's no explanation whatsoever for what he said and did. Why does he even bother? What is he going to get out of taking me on a date? It's probably just another attempt at trying to sleep with me. God, I hate him.
Me: Alex
Tim: huh
Me: I ran into Alex. Just now.
Tim: aW HELL NAW
Tim: HOLD MY EARRINGS BITCH
Tim: IM ABOUT TO FUCK A BITCH UP
Tim: where you at?¿
I set my basket down on the counter. I don't look up as the person starts ringing up my items.
Me: leaving the mart
Me: he asked me out on a date
"Maggie Mae," I look up from my phone and see Harry smiling at me behind the counter.
"Harry, hey," I exhale. "I didn't know you worked here?"
"It's recent and I usually work nights." He shrugs.
"Oh, tha-"
"Alex is here," he mumbles.
"Yeah," I roll my eyes. "He pisses me off to no end."
"Eight-fifty, please." I pull my money out of my pocket and hand him a ten-dollar bill.
"Honestly, you deserve so much better Maggie Mae."
He hands me my bag and I smile. "Thank you, Harry. That made me feel better."
"No problem. I'll see you at school."
Tim: srsly
Tim: ugh
Tim: I fucking hate him
Tim: he's an asshole
Tim: where's you go
Tim: uGH DID YOU DIE
Tim: if you die
Tim: im not going to your funeral
Tim: if I were your parents
Tim: I'd use your body as a carpet
Me: you're an asshole
Me: I was talking to Harry
