Rose
"BYE PAPA" I SHOUTED AS I FLED THE SHOP, MY PORT-READER NESTLED SAFELY IN THE main compartment.
Immediately the scent of freshly cut grass filled my nostrils. It was a bright spring day with a breeze that made me clutch at the material of my blue denim jacket. I followed along the path of the sidewalk towards the local coffee place. After ordering my usual tea, I sat down at an empty seat by a window near the back of the café. I quickly turned on my reader. I was currently re- reading an intriguing story about two forbidden lovers, one lunar and one from earth, yet still not being able to part for their love was too strong. It was one of my favorite stories, and that was saying a lot for I've read hundreds.
I was so fully emerged in the story that I didn't notice when a figure approached my window. The man knocked on the glass, making me jump.
I huffed in annoyance as I noticed the figure grinning with arrogance at me, Barrett.
I groaned as I saw him approaching the door. The man had been flirting with me for many months, and as handsome as society made him out to be, I was most definitely not interested.
Reasons why I'm not interested: The man took part in street fights for fun. He enjoyed taunting those he felt unworthy of his presence. All he cared about was getting drunk and having some pretty arm candy. In addition, he'd always made fun of my obsession over stories, which did not bode well with me.
"Why hello my rose," he said as he approached my table uninvited.
I rolled my eyes.
"Bloody hell, Barrett I'm not your anything. I'd love to stay and chat but I must go," I told him with a fake apologetic tone as I pulled on the straps of my bag, though still clutching the reader since I wanted to continue reading.
As I walked he trailed behind me.
"I will walk you home, I insist," I heard him stay as I continued walking at a faster pace.
My eyes were half aware of what was happening around me, and half aware of what I was reading. Before I could do anything, Barrett snatched my reader from my grasp.
"Why don't you peel your eyes away from this?" He asked, looking at the reader as I struggled to get it back.
"I enjoy reading," I replied to him.
"Now please, give it here, that cost many univs," I told him.
He held the reader over a muddy puddle. Before I could grasp what was happening, he dropped it into the puddle.
I let out a cry of disbelief.
"Later, I can buy you a much better version this old junk. The 7th generation, it hasn't even come out yet. Though you have to stop distracting yourself with such foolishness, and you must agree to go on a date with me," he told me, puffing out his strong, masculine chest as I glared daggers into his evil green eyes.
"You sure know how to win a girl, Berrett. Break her most precious item and force her to go out with you. I can't believe you!" I growled at him.
That just made his mouth smile wider and chuckle. The sun made his punk dark hair stand out.
"I thought my looks and romantic gestures would be enough, but after months it seems that I had to resort to force. I am truly sorry Rose but you gave me no choice," he replied, arrogance seemingly radiating off him strongly.
Suddenly, a larger hover appeared beside us.
"I'll pick you up in my hover at seven," he told me, shooting me a blindingly white grin as he stepped into his hover and sped off.
I groaned in defeat, seeing no other option then to agree. I was already forming a plan. Business hadn't been at its best through the past couple weeks, and I knew Berrett was a wealthy man.
I despised Berrett.
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I'd gotten ready for the date I was dreading all day. I wore a simple light blue dress, white leggings, and let my loose brown curls drape over my shoulders. I also wore my usual necklace with a rose charm on the bottom given to me by my mother who had passed many years ago. I sighed, and went over the plan in my head. I felt a small amount of guilt, but he'd get what he deserved, and I needed the money.
After Berrett and I exited the hover, I rolled my eyes. I was expecting this kind of thing from him.
He was taking me to a pub. The pub where he continuously got drunk and showed off.. The moment I entered my ears were hit with the loud sounds of pop music. I smelled a mixture of alcohol and sweat in the air. Berrett was greeted by his mates.
"Who's this beauty?" I heard one of them ask, as if I wasn't there.
"It's the women Berrs been pining over for months," I heard another reply.
Berrett continued to walk throughout the pub being greeted by many, I standing there on his arm as if I was an accessory. We were freed some drinks, I took a wine while he continuously chugged down bottles of alcohol.
Gladly, as he was drunk and distracted, I was able to reach into his pocket and take out the univs unnoticed.
After a while, I decided I'd gotten tired of this 'date'.
He had gotten himself into a drunken fight with a bloke half as strong as himself. He'd announced that he'd win for 'his' lady, gesturing towards me. Though the moment that the fight started he'd stopped paying any attention to me.
When I got the chace, I slipped into the bathroom.
I immediately spotted a window at the end of the room. I pried it open and squeezed my way out.
I got into my hover and sped back to my house, smiling triumphantly at the money I'd gotten. Just enough to pay back my fathers rent.