I walked down the aisle of the supermarket, not really knowing where I was going. Shopping was boring, but I did it anyways. It helped my family out, and they really need it at the moment.
I made the clicking sound I do with my tongue when I'm thinking, as I scan the entire shelf for the diced tomatoes my mother likes in her salads.
Suddenly, I see it, and my hand reaches for it the same time someone else's does. I look up at the person.
It was the boy.
The boy from the football team, who claimed we had classes together. The boy who owned the shaggy brown hair, and the hazel green eyes.
We locked eyes, and we both dropped the tin of tomatoes at the same time.
"Oops," he mumbles, as we stare at the tin, which is dented on the side, rolling across the floor.
He picks it up sheepishly.
"There's none left on the shelf..." He mutters, and then hands it to me. Before I can react, I take it nervously from his hands, making sure my sweaty hands don't touch his.
"You sure?" I ask, my voice cracking.
He looks up at me and we lock eyes again. Butterflies fill my stomach at the sight of those eyes. His lips twist into a cheeky smile.
"I don't like tomatoes. My mom just wanted me to get some to torture me," he smiles.
I grin back. "Your welcome"
"Thanks, Kate," he says kindly, and I bite my lip uncontrollably.
Expecting him to leave, I stand there saying nothing. He doesn't leave.
He looks a little nervous almost immediately, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly while avoiding my eyes.
"Well..." I say awkwardly.
How tragic. He doesn't know when he should leave.
"Are you here by yourself?" He asks, breaking the small awkwardness we had to an actual conversation.
He wants to take up a conversation with me? One of the star jock players, talking to a nerd? What drugs is this boy taking?
"Um, y-yeah. I'm used to shopping for my family alone," I reply.
"Really? That's cool. I've never done shopping by myself. I have a big family. Me, my older brother, Scott, my younger sister, Sophia, my mom, my step dad, and my little brother. He's just been born," he babbles nervously, but I'm interested.
"Well in my family there's my parents and I," I reply.
"Simple," he smiles, but it isn't genuine. It could be. But it's the nerves taking over.
"You look really uncomfortable," I blurt out, and he blushes immediately. "...sorry," I add.
"It's fine," he says, "I'll be honest with you... I'm really nervous."
"Why?" I ask curiously.
"I'm taking to a girl in a supermarket," he stammers, "I don't really ever talk to girls that often."
"Well if it makes you feel better, I never talk to boys. Especially boys with higher statuses than me," I answer.
"Higher statuses? How am I more of a status than you?" He asks.
"You're a footballer. Popular. I'm a nerd," I explain as if it were obvious.
He looks a little shattered. "Oh."
"You're always going to be considered a better person than me to anyone," I add.
"But we're both human. We're the same," he tries reasoning with me.
"I'm more like an alien compared to you," I say darkly.
"I think you're the opposite of that," he responds, and we lock eyes.
I break the gaze. "Thank you."
"I could be even more honest with you," he says, and I blush, for some unknown reason.
"Let's leave it at that for now. Besides, I don't even know your name," I say, and he stares into my eyes, and I can't look away.
"I'm Joey," he says, "Joey Birlem."
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