Chapter 5

Rosalie's POV:



Have you ever woke up way too late for a particular event and wondered if still attending would be okay without seeming rude?

Well, that's me today. However, instead of some glamorous event, it's plain old work.



I rushed all over the place. Performing multiple task at once and probably broke world records. But you see, between all my frantic actions. It seems common sense was nearby. As it hit me before I went rampage.

"Why am I to blame?" I thought. As it's none other than Mr and Mrs Fosters fault for keeping me up till late.



I well aware of the saying "beggars can't be choosers." But they undeniably are the cause to my current situation. And that's an irrefutable fact!



So taking the time to calm my nerves. I prepare for the day ahead more lady like. Rather than an animal who's gone wild after being starved for days.



It's currently Friday. Meaning both my parents are home. And to think they gave a blind eye towards my tardiness, never went unnoticed.

Truth to be told. They's still that part of me that expects parental care, no matter how many times they have deprived me of it.



Keep in mind that a heart full of expectations sure is troublesome, but I guess it can't be helped.



Finally, setting out as my mom reminds me to buy a carton of milk. I descend the stairs while looking for my bus tag. And just as I pull it out, out drops a tampon which then rolls away.

What do I do? Snatch it up quickly? Leave it and pretend it isn't mine? Argh! Either way, a decision has to be made seeing that footsteps could be heard. Announcing the before arrival of someone.



In my hasty actions to rid the tampon. I fail to to take notice of the approaching figure. Resulting to us colliding and the collapse of his phone. Which might I add, miraculously ends up right next to my tampon.



"Sorry..." I am quick to apologies. While mentally cringing at my current position.

"I'll just pick it up..."I offered. Thinking of this as an opportunity to alongside get rid of the tampon. With that very thought in mind, I reach out for his phone first. Yet stop midday upon hearing he's next sentence.



"I would very much appreciate it if you kept your filthy hands of my belongings," he said. His eyes piercing through me, as if daring me to continue what I had intended to do.

"And I told you I would pick it," I repeated, standing firm. As I wasn't about to let just anyone witness such a personal part of me.



I again reach for his phone once more, yet my hands barely come into contact. As I am suddenly pushed aside. My efforts gone in vain the minute he grabs his phone. But not before getting a glimpse of what lay beside it.



The unyielding urge to disappear grew by the minute. As embarrassment best described the feeling growing within me.



His striking black eyes stare intensively back at me. Yet give nothing away. With a last glance in my direction, he holds a firm grip on his phone before walking away.



Looking at his retreating frame somehow felt familiar, but the mere thought of me seeing him elsewhere seemed ridiculous.



Descending the remaining steps, I take the familiar route to work while intending to avoid him at all costs.

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I've concluded that Mrs Foster totally hates my guts and doesn't even try to hide it. Every opportunity handed out to humiliate me was gladly used to the fullest. As she went on and on pointing out my mistakes, and reasons I shouldn't even be working at the mansion.

I Seriously cannot comprehend why people think we do what we do out of enjoyment or pleasure. Have they ever stopped to think about the reason behind our actions, or do they just judge us based on only what the naked eye can see.



As soon as my shift ended, which stood around 6:00 pm. I immediately left the mansion letting out a deep breath seeing that I could finally breathe properly.



Deciding to ditch the bus today. I walk home, which apparently is a 45 minutes walk. But I couldn't care less since I needed it.

The convenience store that came in sight was a reminder of the milk I had to buy. Entering the store, I immediately head for the dairy section. And just a few feet from where I stood, were the cartons of milk. Obediently standing in its respective place, while facing the worst kind of discrimination.



Just as I reach out to grab a certain box, another pair of hands grabs the other side. Making it seem like a game of tug of war. Looking up at the opponent. I am met with the same guy I intended to ignore.

"You!" we both said in unison. I was so embarrassed the first time I met him, that failed to realize how handsome he was. The heaven sure knows how to put a package together. For standing before me were all the things I loved in a man.



“Don't you know it's rude to stare,'' he uttered annoyed. Before grabbing the carton of milk from my grasp and walking away. I guess I spoke to soon, for I most definitely did not love his attitude. Grabbing another carton of milk, I make my way to the till .



''That will be 29.28 pence mam.'' The women at the till uttered. Yet the heavens thought I hadn't sustained enough embarrassment for a day. Seeing that, I go through my purse only to realize I'm short of 8 pence.

''Seriously..." I wail. Scrunching up my face to that of irritation.

''um... I actually -



''OMG,'' the woman whispered ever so lightly. As if in total disbelief, as she held her palm over her mouth, eyes wide open while staring at the person behind me.

''Mr... gio------

''I'll pay for her,'' the man behind me quickly said. Cutting off the woman before she could utter another word.

Turning to face the man behind me. I'm once again met with the guy who always seems to witness my embarrassing moments. Despite me vowing to avoid him.



''You sure about that...? cause just so you know. In no way will I be indebted to you after this.'' I couldn't help but say.

''You done...? now let's go.” he said seeming in a rush. Paying for both bills, he quickly grabs the both plastic bags and literally drags me out of the store, without even retrieving his change.



"What's up with this dude...?" I thought but shook it off, seeing that I got what I needed.

"Um... thanks, but as I said earlier in no way will I-----"



''And I asked if you were done,'' he RUDELY interrupted me.



"Well... After I get the carton of milk yes," I said stretching out my hand towards the plastic bag that held the box of milk.

"We live in the same building so we might as well just walk together," he stated as he began walking away.

"What makes you think I want you around me?" I snorted folding my arms.

"You know, walking with such a handsome individual, remains an opportunity that comes rarely. So better make the best of it," he boasted. Sounding way too proud of his features.



"You sure are arrogant for someone who has nothing," I mumbled. As I bypassed him, taking the lead.



"Nothing" you say huh. Only if you knew who you were talking to."



"knew what exactly? That you just like any other ordinary broke man. "



"That hit home rose, you so mean," he said forging hurt.

"You one to talk," I said, chuckling. Realizing he's been nothing but rude during all our encounters.



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