Chapter 5. All About Ex-es.

 Alaric stood up from the bed and cleared whatever it was that was there. Making sure he kept everything in place, he walked out of his house to a shop to buy her a gift.

 Kimberly deserved one. Despite being so popular in the school, she never despised him because he was poor, rather she took him like a brother and friend and was always there to stand up for him whenever Sasha wasn't there for him, even though it cost her a good reputation. She did it anyway.

 His eyes scanned through the series of shops that sold jewelry, but he had to make a choice. He passed through some choices, scanning from the outside what they had on the counter, and wasn't pleased with this. 

 He had to keep looking.

 Finally, he located one. Stepping inside the shop with strong confidence oozing off him, he waved at the salesperson and saleswoman in charge. The woman wasn't in any way familiar with his status, since he was dressed a little too rugged.

"Hello young man, how may I help you?" The saleswoman asked. He smiled, taking a look at the counter, and scanning other things there.

 There were a million of them. Necklaces, pendants, lockets, rings, bracelets, and the like, but he wasn't quite sure.

"What is it that you have? I need a piece of jewelry," he said to the woman. She seemed like she wasn't thrilled at all to sell to him, and he wasn't so sure what that meant.

"What kind of jewelry do you want, young man?" She asked, in a somewhat harsh tone.

 The unknown billionaire was being yelled at, he thought. If only she knew that he could buy her shop, then she wouldn't have spoken to him with a harsh tone.

"Well, I want something good, something nice and classic. It should be something that a twenty-year-old would consider a nice present at a birthday party," he explained to her.

 She hissed, before bending over to check some of the things she had there. 

"Here," she said, retrieving something from behind her. "This is a nice necklace. Well, unfortunately, it's pretty expensive, and I'm not s-sure you can afford it," she said, a look of doubt about his capabilities glinting in her eyes. 

 Did she insult him right now?

"What do you mean by that ma'am? I don't care about the price. I need that necklace if it's the best thing you have here. I just need the best, the ultimate best quality here," he said.

"Well, this happens to be one of the costliest necklaces we have here since you said you really want quality, but its price is the problem. How can you have the best when you can't provide for this?" She asked, sounding so unprofessional. 

"She must be judging me by my looks," he muttered to himself.

"Come on honey, I want that one," a feminine voice grumbled in the shop, from another part of the counter.

"Please sir, I have other important guests to answer. Can you leave if getting mid-range quality is the best for you because this isn't the shop for it? This is the best ornament shop in the market, and there's a reason why," she blabbered. 

"I told you I can't get it, babe. Come on, it's so expensive. You can get something else," a masculine voice, supposedly her man, said.

 Alaric scoffed at the idea. What type of man would claim to be the bad guy but couldn't afford something for his girlfriend? He was tempted to look, but then, he didn't want to. It wasn't just any use. 

"But I really want it. This is the price of the jewelry I want. Come on, look at this necklace. It's so pretty, and it's studded with gems. Look at that purse too," she said, admiring them. 

"Yes, man. You should get this for her. It's really pretty and I know she'd like it. It's one of the best things we have here, and I know you aren't some kind of loser," she said, rolling her eyes at me. 

 Did she call me a loser? I was losing my cool, and maybe it was because of the way I was dressed. Of course, this wasn't anything new, because she had judged me by her looks. 

"I need that purse, please. That's the one I need love," she grumbled.

"The thing is I don't have so much money on me," the guy defended himself.

 Alaric scoffed.  

"Who comes here with cash anyways? It's all on the card," the saleswoman tried to convince him. 

 For Alaric, he was just trying to give excuses. It was better if the saleswoman attended to him and did not waste time on such people.

"Come on Sasha, it seems you are too demanding. I told you that I don't have enough cash on me now. Perhaps, we can get it some other time," he said, trying to feign annoyance. 

"What do you mean by I am too demanding? Come on Norton, don't you love me anymore? You always promised to get me what I needed."

"Not that I can't get it, babe, this isn't something I planned for. I don't have so much on me," he defended.

"But she said you could pay with your card," the demanding girlfriend said, almost yelling.

 The more their conversations went on, the more it sounded like he knew them.

"I don't know about that. Come on, we can get this another time," he said.

"But I want it now. Come on I want it please," she grumbled. 

"Hey, move," the masculine voice called out to Alaric, grabbing his arm. 

 He looked down at the hand grabbing him. Somehow, the voices sounded so familiar, and it felt like he had heard them before.

  He turned around, and to his surprise, they were both the people he wanted to see really badly.

 Sasha, and her new boyfriend Norton, the quarterback of the school soccer team. A smirk ran across his lips as he set his eyes on them, and he knew that this was the defining moment. 

 They were going to know who he truly was.