Rich man next door

Chapter 4

Jasmine POV

Why me? Apparently, they must be from around here. I mean is no coincidence that I've come across the bad blonde twice.

I am sure they know someone good at this; a friend perhaps?

Moreover, the bad blonde wouldn't stop staring. It's creepy, and it is scaring me out.

Did he recognize who I am? Is he plotting some revenge after what Jimmy had done to his face?

Is he asking me such a favor to remind me what my brother did to him last night?

Let say not quite, but what if he's some criminal on the loose? Perhaps he had broken out of jail?

I mean, I don't know what he is and what a bad influence he could be?

And mainly, I shouldn't hang with the person who almost annihilated my family as a welcome.

His attitude last night tells how much of a junkie he is.

Agreed, he seems clean for now, but who knows?

He was drunk driving the first time I saw him. He crashed into my family car and refused to apologize.

That's not just it. He even had some s**t to say about my mom. He called her names.

'He is arrogant, he throws curt remarks, you hate arrogant behavior. And Theodore is his friend. Of course, they're all the same. They all get drunk and crash into people's cars at night.' My subconscious mind informed me.

"Please." Theodore pleaded, smiling just as cute as he had always done since I met him.

Well, and the bad blonde, let say he remained respective for now and kept his head down.

Somehow, It makes me feel a bit guilty about his face.

So I did the dumbest thing and agreed to help them.

"Okay."

Oh my! I really agree to help the bad blonde.

Both grin widely, they thank me in unison.

Nervously, my eyes drop to my hand. "But what will I do with my stuff? And how about the queue? What if we have to join from behind again when we get back?"

The two criminals only laugh charmingly.

It's a trick Jazzy, don't fall for it. They wouldn't be laughing if they had crashed into you somewhere they don't need your help.

"Take it easy; first, we will help you with the basket. Second, the line is not a problem; we just have to talk to the people around us and let them know we will be back soon." Theodore calmly explained with a smile on his face.

The bad blonde didn't say a word; he just had his hands dipped in his pants pockets.

"Okay then." I return a small smile to Theodore.

He grabs the basket from me and informs the people around us; we will be back shortly.

While we strolled around the aisles, Theodore's friend offered to help with the pack of spices and my bag, and I hesitated nervously.

'And if they're arm robbers? What will you do when they rob you?" Said my subconscious mind.

"Well, I don't see any weapons." I quietly replied to her.

'How would you know? Robbers have many secret places for weapons. Like behind their pants, in their shoes, and many more.'

"What? That's absurd. I am sure they were both cleared before getting through a huge store like this." I whispered to my cautious subconscious mind as the boys, and I approached the makeup section.

'But what if they are really buglers? That is a perfect explanation for why this guy crashed into you last night; he had cops chasing him after a deathly robbery.'

Seriously will she go there?

"I didn't see any cops chasing after him. Chill is not like I will easily trust people from New York." I guaranty her while chewing my nails, in a way to muffle the noises from my argument with my subconscious mind.

But not enough because the bad blonde heard.

He leaned curiously when he mumbled: "Pardon?"

I quickly shake my head, no.

There's this tension I feel around him that intimidates me. And I know why.

'Okay, girl, you just move in here. Movies say everything happens in New York, so don't come crawling back to me when you couldn't handle it.'

I choose to ignore my subconscious mind, or else people might begin to think I am some insane woman.

After looking for a small degree of trust in his eyes, I give in and let him have the spice pack.

But to be safe, I held on to my bag.

The thing is, I can't handle losing the credit card in my bag.

My family can not take in the news of been hacked or whatever kids do these days to look clean as these two do before me.

We walk around the cosmetics sector, examining the good supplies.

Theodore and his friend stay silent while I do the scanning.

Honestly, I am not that good when it comes to make-up, I would have been, but when I started growing up, I was facing much tragedy that I could care less about putting on mascara and lipgloss.

However, I used to be good at painting; maybe that might help.

Suggestively, I grabbed a pack of foundation and the exact lipstick shade that matches the bad blonde lips.

Somewhat coral, somewhat pink, I don't know.

Blooming heck! Why am I describing his lips?

The two boys were silent as I chose between products and colors; all they did was smile anytime I looked up at their tall figures.

After what felt like forever, we headed back to the p*****t queue. Terrified, I exclaim: "Do you see anyone familiar?"

Because I don't, I don't see any familiar face from earlier.

"Is like the whole set had been kicked out." Theodore tries to bring up a joke to avoid the prominent disappointment on my face.

"Mom will kill me today," I mumble to myself.

"Pardon?" Again, the bad blonde asked.

Gosh, I can't believe I keep calling him that. But why does he keep 'pardoning' me?

"Nothing," I answered, avoiding his severe gaze.

Jimmy and mom might possibly be thinking I got lost or something, or maybe not. None tried to call if they were actually worried. I am sure they trust me.

After waiting for as long as I couldn't begin to measure, we made it to the cashier; that is when I found my phone buried at the end of the basket.

With terrified eyes, I tap the phone screen. Granted! I have thirteen missed calls and half a dozen messages. I need to go.

I put the phone into my bag and picked my filled-up bags after the p*****t.

"If you don't mind, can you show me how to use these things?" The Griffin guy, or whatever his name is, implored, gesturing to the makeup I had earlier choose for him.

"Okay." I exhaled and swallowed nervously. "You will use the foundation which is this." I beckoned to the small box. "You can apply it on your lip curves to blend and lighten the purplish. And on the wound, you should use the lipstick," I explained

"So I should apply it over here and the lipstick on this side?" He demonstrates the wrong places.

God!

The dude seems confused. But of course, he should be. What type of a guy wears make-up after getting punched in the face?

I know Jimmy caused it, but this handsome bad blonde contributed to being a jerk.

"Ok, this will take time. Let me get the car from the lot." Theodore suggested and left for what he intended.

Great.

Now it is only me and the bad blonde.

There were worries in his eyes.

Something tells me he might have dinner with his girlfriend's family, and he can't attend with this kind of face. Or they will determine him as a criminal.

Perhaps that is what he is, a total criminal.

After pitying his situation according to my assumption, I decided to help him.

I sat my stuff against the pavement and unwrapped the makeup.

"Would you please lower a little?" I try to sound polite.

He was really tall. I only stood around his chest.

"Oh, sorry," He smiles and inclined, stooping to level his height with me.

I tried not to look into his forest green eyes which the sun was reflecting to, but it was hard to ignore the boldness and harshness of his pupil. It was soulful. I could see the young age and rebellion as it glows.

I applied the foundation below the curves of his lip and the lipstick on his soft, succulent bottom lip.

I didn't realize I was actually staring into his deep, softening eyes and had my fingers tenderly tracing his smooth lip until Theodore's loud honking brought me back to reality.

Boy, did I blushed so bad!

My fingers were at a different angle, far away from the wound.

'Thank you for embarrassing yourself, Jasmine.'

My inner subconscious frustratedly said.

Conscious, I instantly pull away from him.

Biting my lips from the embarrassment, I hand him back his makeup. "Here it is."

I nervously looked down at my shoes while he headed towards his ride.

Blowing out a breath, I picked up my belongings and started walking away.

"Hey, do you stay around here?" I heard him call behind me.

When I swirled, he was about twelve feet away from me.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Mind if we give you a ride?" Theodore offers as he switches his seat to the passenger side.

"No, don't worry." I turn down.

"That stuff is a little heavy. Are you sure you don't need a ride?" He pressed.

I shouldn't be in the same car as the bad blonde, and I definitely shouldn't accept a ride from probably rich kids or state most wanted criminals.

Mom will fry me after killing me. "Yes, I am sure." I flash a smile to reduce the harshness of my reaction and turn away.

"What's your name?" The Griffin guy questioned from a distance.

I stop and turn back to him.

The two boys were looking at me, expecting something.

"Jazzy."

"Jazzy." He repeated, and somehow, my name sounded different when he said it.

"It was nice meeting you, jazzy," Theodore politely said.