"Macy, this dress would look perfect on" Stella squeals turning to show me. I can't help but grimace. "Is it shiny enough?" I ask putting down a skirt I was looking at.
"Well...hm...yeah..." she frowns putting it back, "But if you were partying or something it would look gorgeous. With the right amount of eyeliner and bronzer" she smirks picking it up again. "Have they got it in purple?" I ask. What? She's right...
"They have!" she grins picking one out, "You're size". "We need to have a party soon" I laugh holding it up to look at. "The perfect excuse" she smirks. She turns to the dresses again. I just smile, turning to look at the mirror. It does look nice.
I put it over my arm, going over to the changing area. I walk into the changing room, shutting the door behind me.
"Hi Macy". I freeze on the spot. Please not be who I think it is. I turn round to have Sam face. I Knew it. "S-sa-ammm" I stutter, unable to get his name out properly. I haven't seen him since I was dragged out by Stella because Nick had attacked him. I was hoping it would stay that way too...
"Yeah it's me" he smirks getting closer. I step backwards until my back is up against the wall. If I scream someone's bound to hear and come to my rescue. "Missed me?" he grins, obviously amused.
"What are you doing here?" I hiss, trying to sound confident. He isn't fooled. "Here to see you" he grins kissing my lips. I cringe, pushing him away. "Go. Away" I grumble. "What have I told you about hitting" he growls grabbing both my upper arms.
"Sam. Were over... Please. I just want to move on" I whimper. "When did we break up?" he asks, his grip getting pretty hard. What was his first clue? I wince, trying to hold back a cry; I'm so used to suffering in silence.
"Sam, were through. Please, please, please. Leave me alone" I half cry, holding back tears of pain. "Macy I still love" he says getting close to my lips again. He's got the death drip on my shoulders and he loves me? I can't believe I ever fell for that.
I close my eyes tight. Maybe this is all a bad dream. "Macy? Macy are you in there?" Stella calls from outside the door. I look over at the door quickly, as does Sam.
"I'll see you soon" he whispers letting go of me. "Sam we're not dating" I mumble scared. "We'll start again" he smiles, brightening up again.
"Ok" I mumble walking over to the changing room door. I open the door, walking out in silence. Not looking back at the changing room or Stella. She soon catches up with me though.
"How did the dress look?" she says trying to keep up with my frantic pace. "The dress? Oh, it looked perfect." I mumble throwing it on a random rack, "Can we just go?"
"Macy we've just got here…". "Please…" I whimper turning to face her. "Ok, can I just pay for this?" she says holding up a pile of clothes. "Sure" I sigh rubbing my forehead.
Will the torture ever end?
Is there like anything you want to happen...? Having a little bit of a block so suggestions might help :).
Oh and the next chapter is defiantely going to be NACY fluff...