After what seems an age, I finally get my cigarette break. I sit outside on a dumpster lid with my cigarette and a bottle of water. I hear footsteps nearby, but I don't think anything of it until they stop next to me. I look up and instantly freeze up. I don't need a mirror to know that there's a look of shock on my face.
Apparently John's obsession with me still isn't over.
"Hi, Maxxie." I don't say anything. I don't do anything. I don't seem able to. "Didn't think I'd run into you here."
"Could say the same about you," I mutter quietly, taking a long drag on my cigarette. Why can I feel a new fear of coming to work coming on?
"I hear Cayden put the moves on you."
"Did you now?" I say, in what was supposed to be a nonchalant tone, but came out kind of mousey and frightened.
"Yep. Told Hadley yet?"
"Mhm." Oh, you little liar, Maxxie. Hoping he doesn't notice, I continue, "How did you find out?"
He grins. It's that kinda grin that says he wants something and he's going to get it sooner rather than later. "What do I get for telling you?"
"Nothing," I say bluntly.
"Well that's no fun," he crosses his arms.
"I'll give you a cigarette," I tell him, lighting another. Something tells me he won't go for that, though.
"I don't smoke." Told ya so.
"Well that's a shame," I mutter through a lungful of smoke, "it's all I've got to offer." He looks me over with a glint in his eye that says if I'm not careful, I'm gonna end up being raped in a back alley.
"I wouldn't say it was all you had to offer."
"It's all that's on offer, John," I say firmly, slipping off the dumpster and moving past him, "I've got to go, now."
"Let me guess, you're gonna break his heart as well."
"Cayden's? It's your fault in the first place, John, so don't get all high and mighty with me about breaking his heart."
"I fail to see how this is my fault." You've got to be kidding.
"You used him and split us up all so you could rape me. How is that not your fault?"
"It was his decision to sleep with me."
"If you'd kept out of his life he wouldn't have wanted to." He just shrugs.
"You can believe that if you want." I grit my teeth and throw my cigarette on the ground. I move to go back inside, but he stands in the way, blocking me.
"You know Hadley'll get bored of you soon, right?" That's a low blow, John.
"Get out of my way," I mutter. Oh, there's conviction in my voice. I'm just rubbish at confrontation when I'm sober. A smile spreads across his lips that I really do not like the look of. That's the sort of smile I'd imagine the Devil - if I believed in him - would wear.
"Ah, so you do know."
"I'll just have to be more entertaining then, won't I. Get out of my way." He gives this sort of laugh and moves.
"See you around, gorgeous." I shuffle back inside and sit in the back room, trying not to be sick.
Hadley won't get bored of me... right?