We hopped in her Beetle and drove back to the pack house; it’s already nine o’clock. When we got back, we had to grab all our bags from her car. When she opened the truck door, some of the bags started to fall out.
“Why did we buy so much?” Katy cries as she try’s to grab all her bags off the cement ground.
“Your the one that said, oh let’s go to this store, then that store, oh how about the store over there!” I mimic her.
“Hey, I might have a small shopping addiction.”
“Small!” I motion to all the bags.
“Let’s just get them inside.”
We managed to hook all of our shopping bags on our arms, and we looked ridiculous. We couldn’t open the door, so Katy attempted to knock, but it wasn’t loud enough.
“Hurry my arms are dying,” I wine.
“How about you try!” She yells at me.
“Use your head,” I suggested.
“Hell. No. You use your head.”
“No! My mates in there!” I protest.
“So?” She questions.
“I don’t want to get a mark on my head and look… ugly,” I mumble quietly.
All of the sudden the front door swings open revealing Jackson with an amused smile.
“How did you-”
“I heard you guys yelling, and Tyler asked me to go see what it was.” He chuckled.
“Whatever.” Katy pushed past him with all her bags, and I followed her inside.
“Did you guys buy the whole store?”
“Where’s Tyler?” Katy asks ignoring Jackson’s comment.
“In his office, why?”
“I have to give him back his credit card.” Katy holds the plastic card in her hand.
“Tyler gave you his card?” Jackson asks, amazed.
“No this is a sandwich.” Katy jokes flatly. “Here, go bring it to him.” She holds the card, trying to give it to me.
“No way.” I shake my head.
“Why not?”
“The third time I talk to him won’t be to give him back his credit card.”
“Do it, or I’ll say bad things about you,” she threatens.
Jackson comments, “That’s cold.”
“Katy,” I beg, “don’t make me. I thought we were friends.”
She stares me dead in the eyes and hands the card to me once again. I huff and rip the card from her hands. “You’ll thank me later.” She calls to me as I walk to his office.
“I sure hope so,” I whisper to myself.
I walk down the wide hallway. His office is at the very end. I walk slowly giving me time to think about what to say.
‘Thanks for the money.’
‘Katy told me to buy all that stuff.’
‘Here’s your credit card’ Then sprint out.
I sigh as I stand in front of the double doors, I take a deep breath and knock. I here a low ‘come in’ and I twist the door handle and push the door open. Tyler was sitting at a large desk in the center of the office; there was a small stack of papers on his desk. When he looked up, I could see bags under his eyes, even when he’s tired he’s irresistible. I walk to his desk trying not to embarrass myself.
“Thanks,” I murmur while handing him the card. His hand lightly touches mind as he takes the card from my hand. I feel electricity flow through my body, pure pleasure. I quickly move my hand and hold it to my chest.
“Why didn’t you reject me,” I mutter out loud not thinking about my actions.
He doesn’t answer, but he stands up from his office chair and walks towards me.