Chapter 3 MISREADS WITH MEN

Abigail worked different part-time jobs, working as a waiter in the restaurants, taking on any small jobs that could give decent pays. Apart from that she also worked at a famous night club. With all these events that add up, Abigail had time for herself or her studies.

Abigail couldn't stop thinking about what had transpired. She was sure that Miss rowley was involved in some type of business that didn't involve the store and what was with the strange man that decided the best way to approach a woman was to ask for her name.

Men of today have such tenacity that it makes one want to think twice before accepting any invitations from them.

Whatever was happening with miss rowley wasn't her concern as long as she doesn't get dragged into it. she some fruits to sell and has to return home as soon as possible.

As these thoughts passed through her mind, she did realize that someone has been stealthily following her.

As instructed, Abigail waited at the market's main entrance but the man only took half of what she was given and paid her for what he took complaining that moss rowley gave him more than he asked for.

Abigail sighed, knowing if she returned with the remaining vegetables, miss rowley would most likely be mad and not even pay her for her work. Still she couldn't go into the market and sell them, there were many people who sold similar items that people would be willing to buy from them.

She decided to return to the store and explain to miss rowley what had happened. Moreover, Abigail had a big feeling miss rowley purposely gave her more than what the customer had ordered.

As Abigail walked by the side of the road while internally hoping that some passerby would want to buy the fruits from her. Not to face from her was a jewelry store to which a set of women walked out whilst giggling.

She paused in her steps, staring at the three women who shamelessly flaunt their elegance and wealth as the moved in their tight fitting dresses. They may be a bunch of college students but they undeniably looked like they scored a night stand with a business man and are preparing themselves.

One the women looked at Abigail and a slow smile curled up on the corner of her lips. Abigail felt herself on guard.

"would you like to buy some fruits ladies?"

The other two women stopped laughing their brows furrowed as one of them asked " what fruits?"

They followed Amelia's line of sight, their gazes landing on Abigail who remained rooted on her spot.

"eww from her? no way, I'll catch some kind of disease." the second woman said as she scrunch her face in disgust.

"I agree."

Amelia giggled loudly, looking at Abigail mockingly. The latter wasn't sure if they were aware that she could hear them loud and clear , regardless she refused to have them get to her. Taking a deep breath, she walked forward while they make fun of her.

Abigail didn't pay much attention, truth be told, they were in her way.

Just when she walked behind Amelia the girl turned around and ' unintentionally' tripped her. Abigail tripped forward, although she didn't fall. the fruits fell out of the basket.

"I guess that's what you get for selling fruits by the road side." Amelia chuckled.

"you did that in purpose." Abigail murmured loud enough for Amelia to hear.

" by now you should be in college."

"no she's taken a leave from school."

"really is it because of the tuition fees, i do understand that since she's nothing compared to us."

Abigail glared at each of the women, she felt helpless but it didn't mean she shouldn't hide her anger.

"what? you are not going to pick a fight and prove that you are a delinquent are you?"Amelia tilted her head to the side.

" you are the one who's going to be late since you are wasting time shopping with chickens that would not stop cackling." came the remark from Abigail, she clenched her hand by her side.

It was evident that her words had irked the women as their smile quickly fell from their faces.

"you have quite the nerve saying that with a straight face."

"I'm just telling the truth, isn't it true that you could loose credits just for being late and from what I know, general class started fifteen minutes ago." Abigail could see the two women who stood behind Amelia check their phone or wrist watch.

Amelia took one step forward whilst stepping on the fallen fruits and vegetables. She scrutinized Abigail, she was wearing a dull attire that she might as well compare to a used clothe thrown into trash.

"you have big words fool. but you see this is how I live so who care when I arrive. I can always make the teachers bow to my feet."

"suit yourself." Abigail replied blankly "besides you've gathered a few audience."

Amelia turned, taking note of her surroundings and could see the passersby glancing in their direction.

Abigail watched them drove off in their expensive car which of course was owned by Amelia. She let out an exasperated sigh, her gaze fixated on the ground. Now she was sure her ears would bleed and knowing how selfish people could be, miss rowley would probably humiliate her.

Just when she thought the whole world was against her , someone suddenly brought forth money in front of her. She looked beside her only to see a handsome stranger someone whom she hadn't set eyes upon. His short brown hair, blue eyes and chiseled jaw had blink a few times.

composing herself and realising he's giving her money for the fruits she said " I...um I'm not actually selling them." she let out an awkward laugh.

"it's for the damage." the man said. His voice deep, he looked just about as young as her and strangely appeared loaded but there was something Abigail found strange "do you know them?" she then looked at him with suspicion.

"no" came the instant reply but his tone wasn't that of desperation rather it was composed and barely held any emotions " but I was watching."

"like I said , I wasn't selling them." Abigail politely refused,she couldn't take money from someone who seemed like he appeared out of nowhere and how had she not notice him before.

" I insist." he said. When Abigail still didn't take it, he dropped it into the basket.

"hey, I don't want this and who are you?"

" we'll cross paths again so there is no need for any introductions."

"well I can't receive help from someone I don't know." Abigail took out the money but when she looked up,the man was already gone. Surprised marred her face as well as confusion, where the heck did he go off to?

Abigail chuckled lowly, internally questioning the problem with men today. They simply didn't have any manner of approach.

She stared at the money, it was simply more than enough. why had the stranger decided to help her? was it out of pity? well she hated it when people extended their help out of pity.