Chapter Two: Are you that Somebody?
Max
"Hey. We were wondering if you guys knew where H&M was." Isabel began, leading the way. "You see my brother and I have no sense of direction." She exaggerated as I tried to keep a straight face. What was she going to say when they found out that we lived here and shopped at this mall frequently.
"Do you have a map?" A small-framed raven-haired girl wondered, eager to help us.
"We don't normally go shopping here, so things are a little new to us." Isabel continued, going a little too far, yet passing over a map none-the-less.
"Yeah, well we're all kinda new here too." The girl admitted.
"Really? Will you be going to Roswell High?" Isabel made herself comfortable, sitting down next to one of the three other people that we sitting at the booth.
"Yeah, I think that what it's called."
"Awesome," Isabel said excitedly as the conversation died down.
"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" I chimed in, urging Isabel to do something. We couldn't get anywhere if we didn't know their names. "I'm Max." I began, holding out my hand to the dark-haired girl.
"Larisa." She smiled. "This is Lana." She began as my attention turned to a quiet Asian girl. "Pete, Chloe, and Clarke." Larisa's attention lingered on him for a while before looking back at me. I suddenly noticed and was amazed at how her eyes reminded me of … Liz. I turned away, trying to forget our most recent break-up, which, I hate to say, seems like the final act in our relationship.
"I think I've got it." Larisa interrupted my thoughts on Liz, showing Isabel the map. "It's next to Dillards."
"Dillards?" My sister pretended to be confused, going into some bogus reason as to how she didn't know how to get there. Suddenly, I knew what she was trying to do … get someone to come with us. "Do you want to take over?" Larisa turned to Clarke who seemed previously occupied with looking back and forth between Chloe and Lana.
"Yeah. Superman to the rescue." Lana rolled her eyes, sensing what I had sensed earlier between Larisa and Clarke. I couldn't see how anyone could miss it … After a little more debate, Clarke and Larisa finally decided to come with us, as the others stayed behind.
Lana
"How am I supposed to compete with that?" Chloe wondered as I shrugged my shoulders. Sure, Larisa had seemed like an angel when she first came here … saving Clarke from, whatever had almost killed him, but instantly I had developed this hate for her. And I had no reason to.
"There's something about her that I don't like." I admitted.
"It's not that I don't like her, I'm just … I don't understand why Clarke Kent seemed attracted to every other woman that comes into his life, everyone but me. Do I have a big sign on my head that says 'DO NOT LOVE' or something?" I smiled to myself.
"No, but Clarke's just like that. I don't think he means to be, but you can't expect your best friend to fall head over heels for you."
"Why not?" Chloe wondered. "They always do in the movies."
"And they live happily ever after." I added, thinking about Jason. There was something that he wanted to ask me before we had to evacuate, but we never got the chance to finish that conversation. Ever since then, I'd been wondering what he wanted to ask me or … tell me. He seemed so worried about me like I'd never come back or something.
"What do you say to crashing that party?" Chloe wondered as I nodded, not knowing what I had just agreed to. "Let's Go." We walked off as Pete returned to the table, now all alone.
Maria
"We're not supposed to be shopping. We're waiting for the signal." Michael complained as I started picking up a million items from a sales rack.
"But, it's just so boring sitting and watching from out there. It's not like we can't see the food court from here." I argued back, trying to find my best colors so that I'd look awesome on our next date. Michael didn't want to admit it, but he was really into me and I was getting tired of being single all the time.
"It's not like either of us have X-ray vision."
"Chill out Space Boy. This'll only take a second." I responded, quickly pulling on a spicy red dress, walking out of the dressing room, and modeling it for him. "So, what do you think?"
"It's a dress." Michael couldn't tear his eyes away from the food court. I knew that he just didn't want to admit how gorgeous I looked.
"You know I'm irresistible." I urged.
"You're wasting our time." I rolled my eyes, totally fed up with his attitude.
"Just for that, I'm taking my time."
"As if you weren't doing that already." He mumbled. As I suddenly noticed that something was missing from the dressing room.
"Michael, did I give you my purse?"
"Why? Can't find it?"
"I thought I brought it in the dressing room with me … I don't know what could've happened." I responded, beginning to panic. "What if someone stole it."
"Then, they're probably off somewhere with all your info." Michael stood up, walking over to me. "You didn't put anything about us in there did you?"
"No." I shook my head. "But I did have the instructions to Valmir's house." Michael shook his head.
"Do you know how long it took us to find those? Maria, we were finally going to get some answers about this new …" He lowered his voice. "This is source. Now what are we going to do? We're going to be completely unprepared for it."
"I'm sorry. We can still try to find it. If they find it, they probably won't even know what to do." I reassured him.
"That's not the point. There's always that possibility." Michael took out his phone and dialed Max's number.
"Don't call him. Emergencies only." I stopped his call.
"And this isn't one?" Michael redialed the number, backing into a corner, out of earshot.
"So, I'm a big screw-up now?" I yelled, feeling like I had chronically messed up everything. Then again, Michael had a way of making me feel like that … like I was nothing and worth nothing. I wondered if that meant that he meant something to me or I was just really nothing. I sighed to myself, trying to fit into my regular clothes. As I came out of the dressing room, Michael was already gone. He didn't even have the decency to leave a note.
(A/N: Who do you want to hear about and is anyone even reading? Let me know because if no one's reading, I'm not writing. –NL)
