His evil grinned frightened me. I took a step behind Alice, cause I didn't know what might happen next. I hadn't seen this man in over a year, if not more. He was one of the guys that almost attacked me the night Edward saved me in Port Angeles.
"I remember you, little miss," he said sickly in my line of direction. I turned my head away to look at the racks. I scanned all the clothes and refused to look at him. I peered at Alice who was looking the man in the eye.
"Who are you?" she asked, with a bit of awkwardness in her voice.
"Call me Jet, a nickname I picked up. Me and your friend here met a while ago, do you remember?" He said in an arrogant tone. He cleared his throat and took a step toward me. I shook my head frantically. I tried to ignore Jet. I grabbed the dress that Alice picked for me and was walking to a rack to hang it up. Jet walked towards me and grabbed the dress from my hand. My face was completely red and I was so angry, scared, and most of all embarrassed.
"Look at this dress," he said shaking his head. "How sluttish can you be?" He laughed proudly, as his body started shaking. I was remembering what had happened that awful night, how I was almost hurt by those drunk jerks.
Yet, worse then my facial expression was Alice's. No one in her life had critiqued her dress pick-outs for me, I glanced a quick look at her, then to Jet. I had never seen anyone, more angrier then her at the moment. Jet couldn't see her face but he could see mine. I did what any other good Samaritan would do, I ducked behind the rack of clothes. When you mess with the bull (even as tiny as this one) you get the horns.
"You better take that back," Alice spat through her gritted teeth. "That dress is very, very nice looking." She was breathing hard, her chest pumping up and down rapidly. Human instincts.
Jet turned slowly and met her eyes. I stood up and put the dress on top of the rack and backed up to the counter. The man that gave Alice the dress was there. He looked at me and whispered, "What's happening over there with Alicia?" My brain wasn't functioning right. I looked at him in desperation.
"That man tried to hurt me. Wait, who's Alicia? You mean Alice?" His eyes widened, and he slowly moved out from behind the counter and took a step towards the feuding two.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave…I cannot let these disturbances go on any longer." His voice trembled. "Please, I'm asking you nicely."
Jet turned around with a smile on his face. His hands went up in a stopping motion.
"Don't worry your pretty faces, I'm outta this place," He moved toward the door and as he looked back, caught my glance. A devilish smile appeared onto his tough face and he exited the store. This wasn't going to be over, I knew that. But, the tenseness in the air fled as well, so I went back to Alice who was talking to herself very fast.
"I think we should leave," I said quietly
"I think so too," she answered, looking at the ground. "We've had enough fun for one day."
Alice peered out the door to make sure Jet wasn't there. It was clear, so we made out way back to the car. It had been a long day and if Edward finds out the events of our excursion (which no doubt he would) I don't even want to contemplate what he has on his mind. Enough fun for one day. I thought. Yes, yes it was.
The End