Did I Really Runaway with the Circus?

Chapter Three - 'You don't touch a man's sword.'

Zador’s POV.

I walked back to where I left Tom, and saw that Jenny was glaring at a can of beans, Violet going on about the women in the aisle to Tom, how she talked to her, how Jenny talked to her and how I asked them both to leave. Tom was shaking his head laughing; he looked up and saw me walk towards them. He patted Violet on the shoulder and walked towards me.

“We need to talk.” He said and led me to another aisle. Why do I always need to be in another aisle?

“About?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and turned to pick up some soup.

“Oh, I don’t know how about aisle girl?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

I rolled my eyes, “What do you want to know?” I asked.

“Is she hot? Why did Jenny think she was kidnapping Violet? Why did Violet go talk to her? Did you bite her head off, or did you kiss her to death? Knowing you, you probably went with the second option.” He explained, and I nodded my head in agreement.

“Ok, question one, yes. Two, because Jenny is crazy like that and is overprotective. Three, I don’t know ask her. Four I didn’t bite her head off or kiss her to death.” I told him, shoving a packet of soup into his arms as I grabbed some water.

“What does she look like?” he asked as we walked back to the shopping cart. I noticed how Violet and Jenny were fighting, I rolled my eyes.

‘They really don’t like each other. Do they?’ I thought, I dumped the water into the shopping cart and started to push it away from them, eventually they would catch up or I’ll just have Tom drag them out.

“We’re just going to leave them here?” Tom asked walking along with me.

“No, they’ll figure it out that we left and come to find us, and if they’re still fighting you’re going to get them.” I explained as we headed towards the checkout line. I see a certain dark brown head, in one of the checkout lines. Tom and I went to the checkout line next to hers, and just seconds later Violet and Jenny came out of nowhere. I saw Jenny glaring at aisle girl head, Violet waved to her as she turned around. “Tom, that’s her.” I said and he quickly looked up, smiled and nodded his head.

“Dude, she’s smoking hot. We need to talk more about this when we get back to the train.” He told me, I punched him in the arm.

“You have a girlfriend, remember her?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“Remember who?” he asked, tearing his eyes off aisle girl.

“Your girlfriend.” I said trying to get my point through.

“Hannah is still smoking, but aisle girl is smoking for you.” He said, and paid the cashier. The cashier turned around to see aisle girl.

“Are you guys talking about the girl with dark brown hair?” he asked as he counted the money.

“Yeah, what about her?” Tom asked, sounding defensive as if aisle girl is his girl.

“Well her name isn’t ‘aisle girl’ it’s Velda Walker.” He told us as he pasted us a 20 back.

“How do you know?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“She goes to my school, I see her around. She’s kind of popular but only because she hangs out with Max Garcia.” He told us and pasted us the receipt. “Come back soon.” I nodded me head and we all head towards the car. I saw a flash of brown hair in a black VW Beetle, I looked into the window shield and of course I saw that dark brown hair girl. We all unpacked everything from the shopping cart and we packed in the truck. I watched as the Beetle pull away and head the opposite from where I need to go.