Page 6 of Running Into The Grump

That poor woman had a hell of a time with him, and it looks like it was still happening.

With that thought, I took my plus size ass and made my way to the very spot I wanted to enjoy the most.

I strolled around the festival, a smile on my face as I sipped from the amazing hot chocolate I was enjoying.

So, what if it was my second one?

I had no one to impress but myself and I refused not to enjoy things in life simply because they might not be good for me.

I did as a child and a teen and did not get any happiness.

I still grew up single and limited on friends.

Did that make me sound pathetic? Because I thought it did.

Maybe it was time to get out of here. Maybe I was done being alone.

Maybe…the train of thought ended as I smacked right into someone, my hot chocolate quickly dumping all over the person.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry,” I started, slowly looking up into the angry face of Jackson.

Well, really after that, the only thing I was sorry about was the fact that I lost my favorite drink because he was wearing it.

I really didn’t want to have to buy another.

“That is all you have to say?” he screamed, trying like hell to wipe at his shirt.

“It was an accident. I wasn’t paying attention, lost in thought, and didn’t see you.”

“Like the first time?”

“Look, asshole,” I shouted, poking his soaked chest. “The first time was your damn fault. Not to mention that almost side swiped my pulling into a spot I clearly had my blinker on for.

“You were an asshole growing up, Jackson, thought you might have grown out of that phase, but I can clearly see you didn’t!”

“You would know huh? Since you never left this place or wanted anything else. Just you and your dogs, giving everyone else trouble because you’re so lost in your world that you don’t pay attention to anything or anyone.

“You know what you are, Jacqueline? You’re a menace. Not just to yourself, but to this town.”

I crossed my arms, my teeth clenched as I stared him down. I wasn’t intimidating by any means, and I knew that. But I was not giving him the benefit of having the last word.

“Better to be a menace than the town jerk whom everyone knows by name.”

With that, I turned and left.

Chapter 4

Jackson

Iwatched her back, my anger bubbling up. I not only lost the match, but I got yelled at from my mom because that damn woman pissed me off, and now I have a soaked shirt. This was not a good day and yes, I was going to blame it on all on her.

Of course, my mother would have my hide if she heard my thoughts. Or if she heard what I said to that woman.

But right now, I just don’t care.

I stormed off myself, walking as far away from her as I could. In my head, I needed to leave before she did because I could not run the risk of running into her again. If I did, I couldn’t be held accountable for what could come out of my mouth.

So lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t see I had entered the corn maze.