Fragile(NOT COMPLETED, UNDER REVISION, PLZ DONT READ RN)

Chapter 8

    I push my cart up the aisle that carries boxes with cupcake mix, brownie mix, oatmeal, pasta, stuff like that. I stretch up, reaching for the small box of rigatoni pasta. I manage to hit one down and into the cart. I then move over a little towards the right to get some spaghetti. Someone already took the two boxes that are in the front row so I stretch my hand back really far. The only thing that happens is me, pushed up against the metal racks, looking like an idiot. I get off of my tippy toes and sigh in defeat. I grab my cart and swerve my into the dairy aisle.

    My mood is dampened over the fact that I couldn't reach spaghetti. Isn't that rich? Out of all the things there are in my life to be upset about Im upset because I couldn't reach spaghetti. When I look up, my feet instantly freeze. All the way down the aisle nearing the meat section is Logan. His hands were stuffed into his jean pockets, and his grey hoodie hung down. His hair was wet and his face mirrored the same expression as most of the workers here. Tired and angry. Standing next to him was an older man. He was about two inches shorter than Logan, dressed in clothes way too formal for a supermarket. His hair was slightly grey here and there but managed to still look kind of young. Like one of the guys from those commercials where they advertise grey hair dye or something.

    Currently they were arguing, and since there was barely anyone else here it was pretty easy to hear the argument loud and clear. Of course music was playing from the speakers but not loudly. The sound of them arguing over Taylor Swift was odd, but then again its none of my business. And better for me to just get what I need so I can leave. Now that I know he's here Im most definitely going to avoid him. I swivel back around and look down over the items, quickly grabbing milk, eggs, and yogurt.

    I walked back down the aisle of boxes. I stare up at the spaghetti. Maybe just one more shot at it? I step on the bottom part of the cart, reaching up to grab the spaghetti. Its become so serious that I was now on my tippy of tippy toes biting on my tongue in hopes of grabbing one. All of a sudden, something brushes on my back catching me off guard. A hand runs over mine grabbing the box of spaghetti.

    I lose my balance on the cart and end up falling backwards on the floor. A grunt floats through the air and I clamber onto my knees turning around to see that Ive fallen on top of Logan. His longs legs were strewn across the aisle floor, his hand running through his wet hair.

    Oh my god.

    I fell. I fell on top of Logan.

"Im sorry!" I squeak out. He leans out on his elbows and opens his eyes. His eyes pierce through mine and straightaway I feel more than intimidated.

"Im sorry." I repeat again, more quiet this time. "I didn't realize you were behind me. I-I um, I lost my balance. I-"

"Its alright." He says cutting me off.

    He stands up, brushing off himself before he hands me the box of spaghetti.

"Uh. Thanks." I tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear before taking it from him and placing it in the cart. "So, Um. B-"

"What ha-"

"Logan!" The man I saw earlier arguing with Logan now stands behind him, his face contorted with anger. "Why the hell-" He pauses for a second, staring at me and then back at Logan before shaking his head.

"Listen. I need to leave right now or else Ill be late at the corp. Theres going to be traffic if I don't go so its up to you to get your mom's stuff. Good luck!" He says sarcastically, shoving a basket into Logan's hand and patting his shoulder.

"Hey asshole, How am I suppose to get home?" Logan snapped.

    The man turns around shoving his phone up in the air.

"David's dropping the car by."

    Logan opens his mouth to respond and I turn around, not sure if I should stay anymore. I push my cart forward and start to walk away when Logan's arm takes hold of my wrist.

"Wait." He orders at me. So I just stand there, waiting for him to finish his conversation. When the man turns around and starts walking towards the shop exit Logan drops his hands from my wrist.

"Help me find this stuff." He says shoving his phone in my hand. I look down at the screen and scroll down the page. The items are as simple as flour, eggs, apples. He doesn't know where to find eggs?

    I hand him back his phone, and a scowl crosses his face.

"Im sorry. I, I have to finish and-"

"How about a deal?" He cuts me off once more.

"What?" I ask dumbfounded.

"You help me and Ill help you."

"What?" I ask once again.

"Help you get things you can't reach." He states slowly, as I can't understand what he's saying.

"I dont n-need-"

"Sure." He says sarcastically. "What are you anyways? Four foot one?" He scoffs.

"No. Im five foot two." I mumble softly, rubbing my hands together.

    Logan raises one of his eyebrows at me. I look down at the floor, biting my lip before turning around and pushing away my cart.

"Wait come back." He commands once again.

    This time I don't listen. I keep on pushing my cart. The sound of his sneakers hitting the ground behind me are the only thing I hear before my arm is pulled backwards. A hiss escapes my mouth at the pain that flows through my arm. I snatch my arm back, but his grip follows.

"Gracie c'mon." I stare down at the ground, trying to ignore the nickname that just came out of his mouth.

    He's standing too close to me, to the point where something uneasy floods my insides. The only time someone is this close to me is when things get physical. I step backwards, bumping into the handle of the cart.

"Hey," He mumbles. When I look up at him he's staring intently at the top of my head. He hand runs up to the top of my head, using his thumb to brush away some hair on my forehead. He was standing so close to me. And he was touching me like this. Why?

"What happened here?" He questions, lightly touching the cut that appeared from last night. His green orbs were burning holes into my brown ones.

    Then, something just snapped.

    I shut my eyes, taking a deep breath before opening my mouth.

"Logan, leave me alone." I open my eyes to see him staring at me like I just spoke the most vile thing he's ever heard. I hold my hands up, removing his hands from my face.

"What?" He asks.

"Leave me alone. Stop asking me all these questions. I don't know you. I, I told you before that nothing about me concerns you. Stop trying to pry." I muttered lowly.

    I don't bother looking back up before grabbing the handle of my cart and rushing away from him.

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