Chapter 1: H&M
I straightened out my vest and looked in the mirror. Oh crap. There's a wrinkle on my pants. I tried straightening out the wrinkle. My sister slammed open my door and went right to my closet.
"Um... ever heard of knocking?" I asked.
She ignored me and looked through my clothes.
"What are you doing?" I wondered.
"Someone...took my.. green shirt..." she said throwing my clothes on the floor.
"What the hell? Why are you looking in MY closet then?"
"Where are you going? Going to get tea with the queen?" she said in a British accent.
"Oh shut up." I rolled my eyes.
"Then, where ARE you going?"
"The mall."
"Then, WHY do you look so... classy?" she said, still throwing my clothes on the floor.
"'Cause I always dress like this." I looked down at myself.
Cute plaid vest, dark wash jeans, black flats, a diamond Barrette in my hair, pearl earrings, light make up, and a gold purse. How is that classy?
"Of course you do... Mrs. Sophisticated." she said with a smirk.
I ignored that. "Anyway, why do you need the shirt?"
"Going.. out tonight.."
"With who?"
"Derek..."
"Derek?" I said with a blank face.
"Yes... my boyfriend..."
"Sarah. You have or 'had' so many boyfriends I can't keep track."
"Hey! I have only had like...five."
I smirked. "More like twenty. Now get out!" I was pushing her towards the door.
"Wait wait! I still didn't find the shirt."
"Too bad." I said.
"Bu-"
I slammed the door closed. "Go look in Mom's room!" I yelled.
She kicked the door and screamed at me. She acts so immature. Ugh.
"SCARLETT IS BEING AN ASS!" I heard her yell. I ignored it.
I looked in the mirror again. Ew! Is that a STAIN on my shirt? I ran out of my room and grabbed a paper towel. I tried wiping it.
"Wow. You DO freak about everything. Talk about being perfect." My brother, James, said as he walked past my door since it was open.
I glared at him. I looked down at the stain. Oh well... you can barely notice it. I flipped my hair and looked at myself one more time in the mirror and walked out of my room.
"What time should I pick you up?" My dad asked, not looking away from the TV.
"Uh.. why can't I take the car?"
"Mom just cleaned it."
"Uh...okay...pick me up at... actually Dad I can just walk home. Or one of my friends will drive me."
Dad nodded.
"Bye." I replied. I hated having to walk but the mall wasn't that far from my house... and me and my friends planned to go eat after and my Dad would just pick me up from there.
As soon as I got to the mall my friends, Bree and Talia were already in the front waiting. They saw me coming and gave me hugs.
"Why didn't you drive here?" Talia asked.
"Dad said Mom just cleaned the car... so I can't drive it."
"Aww.. but you just got your license?"
I sighed. "I know I know."
Bree half-smiled. "C'mon. Let's go inside!"
We walked inside the mall. It wasn't crowded and when we walked in it was cool inside. Not cold.. but better than outside where it was warm. We looked at sun glasses. Talia found a nice cheetah printed pair. She bought them for $3.50. We kept on walking when we saw H&M. My favorite store. We went inside and split apart to find clothes. I was looking in rack that had a nice black skirt with a hot pink blouse...but it wasn't in my size. It looked good on the manikin...but could I pull it off? Hmmm..possibly. I kept on looking when I became frustrated. I glared at the rack of clothes as if that would make the blouse and skirt reappear in my size. I was about to leave the rack when a teenage boy popped up from behind.
"Hello." he smiled.
"Hi.." I said.
"Need help?" he asked.
I looked at his shirt. Oh he had a name tag. So..he worked here then. The name tag was in bold black and it said "Gabriel."
"Um...yeah." I looked at him. "Can't find this shirt and skirt in my size."
"Ooh.. hmm..well...what size are you?"
"3."
"Skinny...aye?"
"Uh.. guess so." I smiled.
"Be right back." he smiled back at me.
I waited 3 minutes when he came back.
He handed me the skirt and blouse.
"Oh...thank you."
"Yep no problem. Guess they were hiding in the back. No one put them out..."
I raised an eyebrow. "Did YOU forget to put them out?"
"What?" He hesitated. "Maybe."
We both laughed.
"How would you know anyways?" He questioned.
"I'm smart. unlike some people." I said.
"Wait..what?"
"Exactly." I laughed and turned to walk away until he said to wait.
"What?" I asked as I turned around.
"I don't know... I just... don't want you to leave." he blushed.
"Oh.." I said. "Well, that's flattering.. but I really got to get back to my friends."
"I see...Well...would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" He asked.
"Um...define 'dinner.'" I said.
"You. Me. Eating my special gourmet food. Watching a scary movie. Playing with my cat... other things."
I laughed. "Really? That's...nice."
"Mhhm." He grinned.
I eyed him suspiciously. "What's your cat's name?"
"Mr. Butters." He raised his eyebrows.
I laughed at the name. "Deal."
His grin turned bigger. "See you at...6?"
I nodded. I smiled one last time and turned around to find Bree and Talia. I saw both of them ready to pay. I went in line behind them and paid for my clothes too. We started walking, not knowing where we were going.
"You got a date tonight?" Talia asked.
"What?" I said.
"You have a date tonight, correct?" Bree asked, her piercing green eyes sparkling.
"How do you guys know?" I responded.
Bree and Talia glanced at each other and walked faster, leaving me behind.
"Hey!" I yelled and grabbed both of them by the back of their shirts. "How do you know?" I yanked them back and they stumbled backwards.
"... We...peeked." said Talia.
"What do you mean peeked?" I questioned.
"Peeked as in... watched." Bree replied.
"Stalked." Talia said.
"What? Do you guys like... ALWAYS do that? Can I do ONE THING with a guy without you two finding out!" I responded.
"Hey! Sorry!" Bree yelled.
"Gosh." I mumbled and walked forward, letting go of their shirts.
"Why don't you want us to know?" Talia asked.
"Are you KIDDING me? You two told the WHOLE school who I was dating last year, and the year before that, and before that, and before-"
"OKAY OKAY. and we are sorry for that." Talia said.
Bree nodded.
"Not sorry enough to not do it." I smirked.
"We promise. We won't tell." Bree said, carefully.
"Mhhmm." I said doubtfully. "Besides. When the WHOLE school found out. Meredith found out too! Woo!" I had sarcasm in my voice.
Meredith was the most popular girl in school. And yes. She was like those mean and rude popular girls in the chick flick movies. She was the prettiest in the whole school. Her bright bleach blonde hair, complimenting her pool water eyes and rosy red lips. She had pure white teeth and a slim body. All the boys liked her. and yes. She was MEAN. Mean. She has had only one boyfriend named Jack and she plans to stay with him. But of course, she has cheated on him. and No Jack does not know.
"THEN, she made fun of me." I sighed.
"We are truly TRULY sorry! If we weren't we wouldn't be saying this." Bree replied.
I stared at them. "You promise?" I asked.
"I promise on Mr. Pumpkin's grave!" Bree yelled.
"Dude, seriously?" I said in shock.
"Yes." Bree said in a serious tone.
Mr. Pumpkin was her hamster in second grade. She absolutely loved him to death and brought him to school in her backpack every day. She said he was her best friend..which offended Talia and I, but soon we got over it. Anyway , during lunch should would feed it and give it water and let it roam around on the basketball court. She would talk to Mr. Pumpkin when she was sad or happy. But when one of the teachers found Mr. Pumpkin, she took him and kept him for one week. When the teacher gave it back, Mr. Pumpkin was dead, finding out that the teacher "forgot" to feed him and give him water. Bree was devastated. She made him a little grave in her backyard and surrounded it with a little gate thing so no animals could get near it.
"I promise too!" Talia said. "I promise. I promise on.." Talia paused, thinking. "OH. I promise on the hand shake we did in second grade eh?" She raised her eyebrows.
"What handshake?" Bree asked.
"The one we made up before we met you. We haven't done it since." I answered.
"Oooo I love handshakes! Do the handshake!" Bree grinned.
I sighed. "Do we have to?"
"Aw c'mon Scarlett! Please?" Bree asked.
"Fine." I mumbled.
Talia and I did the handshake. We knuckle touched first, then played a super fast game of thumb war, spun in circles 10 times, did the Reject (a dance move people mistake for the Jerk), spun again, and did a very very fast game of patty cake and said BAM at the end.
Bree gave us a confused look. "Dude that was so awesome yet geeky and kidish at the same time."
"We were second grade, Bree." Talia replied.
"True."
We laughed.
"Well, c'mon let's go!" Bree said.
"Go where?" I asked.
"To get YOU some new CLOTHES for you DATTTEEE!" She hooked arms with me and same with Talia. They grinned. I groaned and they started walking confidently, with me, having a frown on my face.
Did you guys like that first chapter of my new story? ;D but if you want to read more of my story about Justin Bieber and Amber look at my profile. It has the link to the story. Fan fiction took it off of here so yeah. Check out the JB and Amber story! and please review this one. :) Will be updating this story soon! Thank you.
