The World Needs Me Now
Chapter Six
Buzzing Noises and Free Things
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The Westchester Mall
Saks Fifth Avenue-Lacoste Store
December 28th
10.00AM
Chris Plovert was sitting on a chair staring at the blank wall, empty headed as his companion to this shopping trip he though he was up for was searching around trying to find a good bargain at the Lacoste section of Saks Fifth Avenue. Olivia had decided to come shopping with him, he proposed it to her, mostly because she was the only person aware of his crush on Dylan Marvil, the healing girl, and he desperately needed some advice on approaching her.
The blond girl was not the richest girl in the whole of Westchester, unlike others of his friends like Massie, Dylan, or himself. She was a middle-upper class girl, that had a big house, one nice car, and a decent wardrobe; whilst every single other person in the county owned a castle, eight sport cars, and changed the wardrobe every weekend. If she lived in the ghetto, or some middle class town, she would have been considered a snobby rich, but in a town like this, she was considered poor, which irked her the most.
"So, Chris. I found this polo-dress, which is 25% off, it's rather cute isn't it?" Olivia asked, touching the nice light blue colored dress. "Then I also have this sweater for 50% off, which one should I buy?"
Chris didn't even bother to glance, and just replied with what he though she would like to hear, and get some reassurance of. "The sweater" His eyes were instead on his Fred Perry white shoes, which he was playing with his fingers and laces.
Olivia realized he wasn't looking, but decided to let it go. She threw the polo dress on the rack, and started looking around elsewhere, making him follow her. "I think this red polo would look rather cool on you. Buy it"
"Okay" He replied, grabbing the polo his size. Good to be rich. He heard this comment somehow buzzing, not clear. He looked at her, she had her mouth shut. Why is he looking at me like that? Can you see my nose is fake? Again, this was a rather weird comment. Everybody knew her nose was fake, but she never admit it. Wait, this might have been a power in the making. He concentrated on a brunette girl with blond high lights looking at the jeans section.
Nice... Ugh, I can't afford all of this. And we're during the sales. Fuck the economy. Chris smirked and let out a smile, Olivia still looked at him freaked out by his actions and tried to ignore it by keeping on looking for some colors that would have looked great on him.
Why did the brunette girl's thoughts so much cleared than Olivia's? He almost couldn't hear hers. Why was that? He concentrated on Olivia again, and tried to make something out of the sounds he heard. All he managed to hear was Moment and Money.
"I think I just found my power" Chris managed to conclude, as he sat on the throne like looking couch in the middle of the store. Olivia looked at him confused.
"What power?" Olivia asked, for one moment forgetting about what happened earlier that month. Her light bulb then lit, and she stared at the boy with golden hair with a mouth wide open. "No freaking way! What is it?!"
"I just heard your thoughts" Chris replied, hoping to not get a bad reaction. "I heard good to be rich, something about moments and money, then also I heard something about your nose"
"Shit. You've got the best freaking power! Telepathy!" Olivia whisper-shouted. "No! I was hoping I would get that ability! I was thinking that I wouldn't want a useless power, I would want something that might affect my future in a good way. Out of everything that came into my mind, I think telepathy was one of the best"
"I'm sorry," Chris said, confused on what he was supposed to say. "I guess? But this could be great! I could read Marvil's mind and find out if she likes me or not, if she does, great, I'll go for it, if she does not I guess I'll just appease her"
"But don't go overboard, I am so jealous" Olivia said, as she walked around. She looked at a gorgeous BCBG dress for 75% off, which made it just $60.00. She had to buy it. She grabbed it, but then felt sudden force pulling for it. She looked up and saw a pixe headed girl looking at her in threatening way. "Sorry, I saw it first"
"No you didn't. It's mine, if I say it's mine"
"You don't know who you are talking so disrespectfully like this." Olivia snapped.
"Please, you look like one of those white trash girls that have thousands of Forever 21 clothes and one Louis Vuitton speedy bag" Pixie girl said. IT was true, she couldn't afford avalanches of Louis Vuitton clothes, but she didn't like to hear it.
"Bitch, no need for disrespect like that"
"Just get your filthy hands off this dress"
"Why don't you get your filthy hands off this dress and go cry in the corner!" Olivia shouted. Chris was loving every single moment of it, until the pixie hair girl let go of the dress and walked to the corner leaving all of her shopping bags in front of Olivia and Chris, and started weeping. "Why is she doing that?"
"I don't know. That's weird, she seemed so agressive about the dress, and suddenly she gives up" Chris said, understanding the odd fact about this event. He then sparkled. "Oh my God!"
"What?"
"Order that little kid to hit herself on the head" Chris said to Olivia. Olivia looked at him cluelessly. She then got it, and stared at the six year old girl before she could order her around.
"Hit yourself" Olivia pronounced very clearly to the six year old blonde girl with piggy tails, holding a small Hermes bag her mother probably gave to her to keep busy. The kid looked at her and smacked her own face with her miniature hands. Olivia and Chris stared at each other, and hanged with mouth wide open.
"Watch this" Olivia said before going to the sales woman. She put the clothes on the table, and as she did her job, get the tags and anti-theft thing off the clothing, Olivia decided to test her abilities. "Can you give me a bigger discount?"
"Sure" The obviously bleached platinum blond haired girl replied sounding scared.
"You know what? Forget about the discount, I want it for free" Olivia said, taking advantage of the situation. The girl replied as before, and put the clothes inside a black and white small paper bag, with a receipt on it. She smiled and thanked her, and immediately walked out of the store, high fiving Chris, happy of her own accomplishment.
She had a great power. Manipulation. That was freaking the best power available. And she needed it. Poor girl was not the prettiest in the block, was definitely not the smartest, was one of the poorest, and had nothing that stood out. Now she could steal boys' hearts, cheat on exams and get the teacher to do exams for her, and manipulate saleswoman to let her get away without paying. This was the life she waited so long to live. She deserved to enjoy it, and make the most out of it.