Disclaimer: Transformers does not belong to me, OC's on the other hand do.
"Your such a prowler May! All you ever do is sneak around and scare people!"
Huffing, I readjust my grip on my books, "It's not my fault you're not more aware of your surroundings." I glance at my watch, eyes widening "Shit! I'm late for work, are we still on for tonight?" looking towards Anne with an expectant look. Anne groaned.
"Do I have to? You know I'm horrible at those games of yours."
"Hey, you were the one who asked me to get you your headgear together. Don't complain." I rolled my eyes. She was such a flak. But then again she wasn't as much of a gamer as I was. "Look, if you really don't want to join me then don't, I can just return all the gear and get a full refund. I'm sure my boss wouldn't mind."
"I…." She looked unsure, maybe second guessing herself? She tends to do that a lot.
"Look, forget about it. I gotta go." Spinning on my heel I walk over to my motorcycle, putting my books into one of the saddlebags, I throw on my jacket and helmet before mounting my black steed and taking off.
The library was only about a 20 minute drive from the store I worked at, so it wasn't long before I was tearing into the lot and parking my bike in one of the employee spots around the back. I hated being late, I knew I should have left earlier, but no, Anne just had to check out those books from the library. Why the hell couldn't she have done that on her own you might be asking, well that's because she's incapable of doing anything remotely simple on her own. Ever.
Running inside I throw my jacket and helmet in my locker before rushing into the front. Only to run face first into a hard chest. I would have fallen on the floor if not for the hand that grabbed my arm to keep me steady. "Easy there kid! What's the hurry?" I looked up to see the face of my boss, Arron Fox.
"God, sorry Arron. I was running late and.." I started but he held up a hand, stopping me from speaking further.
"It's fine May, don't worry about it. Since the day you started working here you've never once been late." He gave me a gentle smile, eyes filled with amusement. I gave out a small sigh looking up at him in dismay.
"Still, I should have kept a better eye on the time." I despised being late. It was so unprofessional.
"Well what's done is done, so you might as well get to the front and start manning the cash register." His eyes still shinning with silent amusement, while his mouth was set in a stern a firm line. I barely contained the urge to roll my eyes at him as he moved aside to give me room to walk past.
As I moved toward the register at the back of the store, I took in the many shelves lined with dozens of games, consoles, and reference guides. Arron was the owner of this small game store. But that didn't mean that we didn't get a nice amount of customers. This place was well known for getting all of the newest up and coming games.
Especially the new Virtual Reality game, Cybertron. It was supposed to be this new war game. The first of its kind, where the player could pick their race, personalize their features, and pretty much have a separate life. It had just been released to the public last night. What made this game stand out even more among the rest was the sleep mode. It was a setting designed to allow players to continue playing the game, while they slept.
This was aimed more so toward the older generations. Seeing as how adults were usually too busy with their jobs or daily lives to actually have time to really enjoy playing games. Although the downside to this was that the hard core gamers would use this to play 24/7. Keeping this in mind, the creators of the game made a failsafe. If the gamer wasn't playing in sleep mode inside the game for longer than 5 hours, the game would log you out, and keep you out for about an hour and a half. To give the player time to eat and walk around. It was actually really smart considering the fact that the younger generations tended to play VRs for extended periods of time with no intervals in between every hour played.
I was startled out of my thoughts as the door chimed, signaling our first customer of the morning. I glanced toward the entrance, only to pause when I saw who it was. Closing my eyes I gave a long suffering sigh as I prayed to God for patience. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Aww come on sweat heart, aren't you happy to see me?" A smooth, deep voice responded from right in front of me. Maybe if I kept my eyes closed he would disappear. I gave it about 4 more seconds before taking a peek, yep he was still there. His shades were pushed up on the top of his head, giving me a clear view of the forest green eyes in front of me.
I scowled, turning my face away in disgust. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him pout. A large hand smacked the back of his head. Crying out in pain he grabbed the wounded appendage and ducked for cover away from his attacker.
"Honestly Jax, do you have to be such a pill every time we come here?" Looking back I finally noticed that Jax had not come into the store on his own. The corners of my mouth upturned, it was always good to know that Richard was here with Jax, at least then I knew that I could work in relative peace. Jax seemed to gain too much enjoyment out of pestering me while I worked. Richard turned his glare away from Jax to look at me, a soft smile forming on his face. He was a decent fellow, mid thirties, and a brilliant doctor to boot. Not to mention that he was also a close friend of Arron's. "May, would you mind letting Arron know that we're here to see him?" Nodding I walked towards the break area in the back.
Arron was sitting at the small coffee table while he attempted to fill out some paperwork.
"Hey Arron, Richard and Jax are here to see you." He grunted in response. I snorted a little, he only ever did that when was deep in thought. He must be trying to pay his bills I suspect. Walking back out to the front I relayed to Richard that Arron was working on some paperwork, but he was more than welcome to join him in the break area if he wanted. Giving his thanks he strolled into the back, most likely to give Arron a hand with all those papers.
Walking towards the cash register, I noticed that Jax was nowhere to be seen. My eyes narrowed, where on earth did he go? It's not like he could have gone anywhere, although, considering the fact that I was used to seeing Arron's towering form walking through the aisles as helped out the customers, I was unused to having to actually search for people here.
I glanced around the store again, where could he have gone?
"Hey sweat heart!"
"EEK!" Spinning around I once again ran into a hard chest. Only this time it wasn't Arron I had run into. It was Jax. The asshole had snuck up behind me. His hands wrapped themselves around my arms to keep me from falling over. Grabbing onto his shirt out of reflex I took notice of how close he was to me. Too close for comfort actually.
He grinned, God I hated it when he did that. Stepping away I smacked his arm. He barely even flinched. "What the hell Jax! You know I hate it when you do that!" He just kept on smiling at me. His eyes shining with a strange emotion I had started to see reflected in them quite often nowadays.
Folding my arms I continued to glare at him. "What is it? I thought you were here to see Arron, not to scare the crap out of me."
Placing a hand over his chest, his eyes laughing, a smirk on his face, "You wound me sweat heart, we haven't seen each other in so long I just had to come over. Seeing Arron is only an upside." He winked at me, another smile upon his face. I huffed, walking back to the register, my steps quick to put some distance between the two of us.
"Whatever, I have work to do." He opened his mouth to respond only to be cut off by the door chime. His mouth clamped shut as we both looked toward the door. It was a few teenagers, odd seeing as how it was a school day and they should have been in class. But oh well, business was business. Jax turned so his back was towards me and leaned against the counter, a small smirk on his face as he did so.
He stayed like that for the next 3 and a half hours, customers passing through in a steady flow. Jax still leaning against the counter smirking at me every so often, only for me to glare in response. It was like a never ending game, he would smirk, I would glare back, his smirk got bigger, my glare produced more venom.
It was then that the back door opened to allow both Arron and Richard out into the store. Only to pause when they saw us having our little stare off. Richard cleared his throat, gaining our attention.
"You guys having fun over there?" The bastard had a smug grin on his face while Arron covered his mouth with his hand, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. I snorted.
"What makes you think that we're having fun?"
"Well for one you two are standing very close together, one would think he was about to kiss you or something." My lips pulled downward as look back at Jax to see what he was talking about, only to reel back when I finally realized how close our faces were.
I reeled backwards, more than positive that my face resembled that of a tomato at this point. Jax glared at Richard, whose only response was a triumphant grin. Arron couldn't contain himself anymore, his hand coming away as he laughed, tears falling from his eyes as he did so.
Glancing at the clock behind me, hoping I would be able to make a run for the exit soon. I was relieved to see that my shift was over. I shuffled out from behind the register and toward the back door, not noticing the way that Jax's shoulders dropped or the dismayed look on that formed on his face.
"I'moffI'llseeyoutommorowbye!" pushing past Richard I practically ran towards my locker.
"May!"
"What the hell man!?"
Ignoring the calls I shrugged on my jacket, slipped on my helmet and peeled out onto the street, racing for home.