Laughing loudly, as was my custom, I continued walking on the sidewalk with my two best friends.
Then I saw him on the other side on the road, just exiting the dollar store.
Quickly saying goodbye to my friends, I crossed the road and started walking up to him. However, before I could even bat an eyelash, another figure stepped onto the sidewalk with him.
It was her.
I'm surprised that she's outside in the sun. I thought people like here were supposed to melt in broad daylight. Or maybe that was water… hmm… subconsciously I felt around my backpack.
Sunlight? I glanced up.
One can never be too careful with blood-sucking, back-stabbing bitc- ahem, witches.
Back to the problem at hand here. Ohmigawd. She's touching him.
She's stroking his arm!
And is she flirting with him? She is! Oh, she is soo dead.
Ha, he cringed. Atta boy.
Now furious, I walked up to them. Turning to him, I smiled and said, "Hey! 'Sup?" ignoring her completely. He looked relieved.
Ha. Take that.
"Oh, hey! Just getting a few things." He smiled and shifted away from her, though I don't think she noticed. I think she was concentrating on keeping that fake smile on her face while looking angry at the same time. A little too hard if you asked me.
She looked kind of constipated.
That made me smirk. I turned to him and quirked a brow, "Little rich boy getting stuff from a dollar store? I must say, that's strange, even for yo-"
"Excuse me-" she interrupted.
"You're excused." I muttered.
"-but didn't you know that it's rude to barge into a conversation?"
"Didn't your mother ever tell you that it's rude to interrupt someone?" I countered. She looked like I had just called her the only chicken-brained horse look-a-like ever to exist, which, of course, was not true. There's here mother too.
Anyway, she suddenly adopted a smug façade, like a balloon that was just going to pop losing all its air at the last second. Glancing over at him, I saw that he was very amused.
She cleared her throat, drawing my attention back to her, and said in a smug voice, "We were just talking about our dates to the dance, weren't we hun?"
He looked at her, both horrified and nervous at the same time.
'Hun'? I snorted. Where's a video camera when you need one.
WTF? I turned to him and glared.
With his horror at being called 'hun' subsiding, he looked even more nervous. If that was possible…
"Oh really?" I responded, "And did he happen to mention who he was going with?"
Is that a drop of sweat on his forehead?
"I… well – I, um," he stuttered.
"Oh hun! Of course I'll go to the dance with you!" she cried enthusiastically.
And then she glomped him, like actually jumped on him. You'd think she was trying to kill him if you didn't know any better. Speaking of which, he had better say something now or there are going to be two corpses lying on this street.
Now where did I put that water bottle…?
"Actually…" he pushed her off him and came to stand beside me, "I'm already going with my girlfriend."
I think you could have heard a pin drop. By now people were starting to stare at us.
Back off folks. She's the freak show. Not me.
"What?" she said. She looked ready to kill. "Who?!"
At this point he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
The look on her face was priceless.
Okay, seriously, where is my camera?!
She took a step towards me, and as she did so, I leaned my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arm around his waist..
At this point her face turned red, and is that a tint of green on there too? I dare-say the chicken-brained horse is jealous of 'lil ol' me.
I wonder why.
Abruptly she walked away. I walked out of his embrace and turned to look at him. He was smirking.
I quirked my brow and said, "Took you long enough, really!"
"Hey, what can I say? It's flattering to have two girls fighting over me." He was still smirking.
Wait until I wipe that smirk off his face.
I rolled my eyes. "Cocky much?"
"Whatever makes you happy my honey-bunny bear."
Wow. I never knew he could run that fast.