Be My Bad Boy

I didn't want to hurt Jinxx but I didn't have those kinds of feelings for him. I'd never met a sweeter guy or a better friend but the only guy who could touch my heart was Andy.
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“We should stop here and get some groceries," I said, seeing a supermarket up ahead. "I think this is the last big town before we get there."
Our drive down the coast had gone well. We’d missed most of the after work commuters and had clear roads to drive and sing. Andy concentrated on his driving. He drove fast but not dangerously. I could relax with him behind the wheel. He didn’t want to talk, but in an easy way, not the usual sulky not talking way.
We pulled into the supermarket car park and went in to browse the aisles.
Inside the supermarket, country folk stood around chatting, getting in our way. When we passed them, they'd stop talking and look us up and down, silently judging then return to their conversation. I guess we looked out of place.

Andy in his black skinny jeans and studded leather jacket. His hair longer than most, a chain of silver rings on his fingers. Me in a cute dress and heels, instead of sweat pants like everyone else.
I loaded up the trolley with tinned food and snacks.
"Can't you cook?" Andy asked, looking at the stuff I had.
"I can cook. It's just we might have to store stuff for a while." I thought I was being really sensible.
"Right, because the place won't have a refrigerator and we can't drive to get more food."
"You never know. It's always good to be prepared for an emergency."
"I don't think any emergency requires eating canned chicken." He picked up the can and read the label. "Is this stuff even edible?"
"Wow, and you call me a princess!"
Andy grinned and put the canned chicken back on the shelf. Instead, he got vegetables and a huge tray of steaks.

"We don't need 14 steaks."
"You mightn't. I'm a man."
"A caveman?"
He grinned. Sometimes, I wondered if he wasn't so far removed from a caveman. Except that he had that look in his eyes, the look that made girls practically swoon when he sang.
Andy grabbed some beer, so I got a couple of bottles of wine.
When we got back in the car, I turned the stereo down. It felt weird driving along without talking. He could damn well talk to me for a while.
"So, you're broke," he said, as he backed the car out of the car park.
"Way to state the obvious that is plastered all over the papers. I'm poor. Just like you." I sipped on a coke. Maybe poorer, I thought.

"You aren't like me. You were raised like a princess. Even without money, you still have that. You can't change what's inside you."
"I can change," I said. If I thought about it, I already had. It'd only taken a few short months for me to become a different person, for the whole pattern of my life to change. I'd had no option but to change.
"If I was still at uni, I'd be taking exams now," I said. "I'd be so stressed. I guess this is a blessing in some ways. I get to relax and hang out at the beach instead."
He snorted.

"If you had the money, you'd go running back to that old life in an instant. You can't say you've changed when you never really had the choice. You still wear the designer clothes, even if you do eat canned chicken."
I didn't tell him how I'd sold my designer clothes to pay for the video or how I had to eat things I didn't need to cook so the smell didn't get into my clothes in my shitty room. Designer clothes are protection. They get you places you need to go. People judge you on how you dress. I didn't make the rules but I knew how to play by them. I'd taken damn good care of the few precious clothes I had left. If he thought that made me a bad person, then screw him.
"I'd sure as hell move out of that room if I had money, that's a fact. It's not like you’re living in a hovel. You have it pretty damn sweet."
That must've been the wrong thing to say because he seemed to shut down after that. He turned up the music again as if to say conversation over. That made me mad. As if he was the one making all the rules and I didn't even know what they were. Things I could and couldn't say. Things I couldn't do. It's not as if it was my fault I was rich. It's just something you are born with, like being pretty or having good fashion sense.
I leaned against the window and stared out into the darkness, looking at the moon's reflection on the water and the lights of boats out to sea. Maybe being by the water would let me sort out all these emotions. Would I go running back?

Notes

Agh. Wifi was broken so we had to send back the box and I was out of data xS Sorry I didn't update