145Crap… I should NOT have drunk so much last night. A small groan escaped my lips as I pulled the bed sheets over my head, shielding myself from the sunlight that had crept into the room. Ah… comfy pillow and blanket. I love hotel beds… Thus the reason why I have a 'hotel bed' in my own room.
"Get up, Kris. I know you have a hell of a hang over but we're supposed to go shopping." God I hate my best friend right now… The warm sun suddenly washed over me for Adrianne had just pulled the blanket off of me.
"God, Drianne! Don't you get it?! HANGOVER! I NEED my beauty sleep!" I hissed, narrowing my eyes at her. I pulled my blanket away from her before snuggling into the sheets again.
"But, Kris! You promised…" she pouted. God I bet she has her stupid puppy dog face on again. Dare I look at her? Just a peep…
I opened one eye and took in the sight before me. Boy was I right. I should not have looked… I know… I said stupid… yet I always end up falling for it. I swear. I shall learn how to do that.
"Fine, fine, fine… You win." I muttered as I sat up. Okay… Take it slowly. Oh man…
I tensely stood up and immediately regretted it. Damn you, Adrianne.
Nausea swept over me and I immediately rushed to the bathroom, ridding my system of the excess alcohol. Crap… well, the worst is over. I shakily got to my feet before heading towards the chest of drawers. What to wear? Jeans? Nah… too hot. Shorts? Nope… too… restricting? A skirt! I need a skirt… something breezy and light colored. Now where in the world did my white mini go?!
"Hurry up, Kris! We don't have all day." Marissa exclaimed as she entered the room wearing… drum roll….
"MY SKIRT! You little kleptomaniac." I hissed, placing my hands on my hips.
"What?! I couldn't help it, Kris!" God that is SUCH a pathetic thing to say in defense… Whatever… I'll just wear my pink pleated skirt. I so CAN'T stand to argue with her, or anyone for that matter, right now.
I eventually slipped into my pink pleated skirt and white halter top, making sure to have my new baby blue bikini under. And NO… I did not go out barefoot… though some people do that. I of course, wore a pair of white Havaiannas.
After a couple of hours of shopping we headed towards the food court. Oh God… the aroma. I just LOVE the smell of newly cooked food… freshly baked bread for that matter… Now where in the world is that smell coming from?
I looked around while we headed towards an empty table, placing my numerous shopping bags on a chair. "Do you guys see a bakery anywhere?" I questioned as I tugged my purse open to get my cell phone.
"Yup. Right over there." Marissa informed me as she pointed to a food stall at the far end of the food court. I quickly told them where I was going and followed the delicious smell of the bread.
Oh CRAP. You have GOT to be kidding me… there stood the jerk, waiting to be served yummy bread which I saw first. Whatever… I'm craving chocolate croissants and I am NOT gonna let some dimwitted, rude, hot, little jerk stand in my way.
I took a deep breath and lined up behind him decisively.
"One chocolate croissant and one ham and cheese croissant, please." He told the lady at the counter. Did he actually say please?! What a SUCK –UP!
"Your in luck young man, these are the last." She informed him with a small smile, obviously infatuated by his good looks as she handed him the said pastries on a plate.
WHAT?! WAIT A MINUTE! The LAST ones?! "Are you sure that there are no more croissants left?" I asked the lady sweetly. This cannot be happening to me!
"I'm afraid so, hun. The last of the last batch for today." She replied apologetically. Ugh! I HATE HIM!
"Guess you can't have any." Jerktwad taunted me, a smirk appearing on his face.
"Klepto… Why don't you be a gentleman for once and give up your croissants for me." I hissed. God I hate this ass! Why? Oh why! Why must I suffer this way?!
"Oh wow. First I was a murderer and now I'm a klepto." He replied as his eyes narrowed in dislike. Well believe me! The feeling's MUTUAL mister!
"Well that would most probably be because you are some psycho jerk twad who doesn't know how to treat a girl!" Hah! Let's see him answer that one!
"And how would you know that?! You don't even know me! Hell you don't even know my name!"
"It's evident, jerk twad! Your actions speak for you." Nahnahnahnah!
"God, you can be such an insufferable… girl!" What? Why didn't he call me a bitch? Whatever! Bet he's just trying to look good in front of the lady.
"I know. Bye now." I turned my back on him and headed back towards my friends. I don't think I'll ever understand that guy.
"I thought you were gonna buy food." Adrianne commented as I took a seat beside her. A plate of sushi lay in front of her whilst a pair of chopsticks lay in her hand. Marissa on the other hand had a burger, fries and coke float from McDonalds. God, Marissa will FOREVER be a fast food junky.
"I was supposed to until some jerk got the last croissants for the day." I murmured childishly, folding my arms across my chest and pouting.
"Oh come on, Kris. I'm sure he didn't do it on purpose." Adrianne said, trying to be rational. Well no way am I listening to her! I am no being irrational. That hot ass jerk is trying to ruin my summer… INTENTIONALLY!
"Oh yah sure… and I'm sure he didn't mean to try to kill me with a damn Frisbee!"
"Oh boy… it's that hottie again, the one with the blonde who Marissa was hitting on."
"He's not a hottie." I interjected.
"And I was not hitting on Drake! He was hitting on me." Marissa added before taking a sip from her half finished coke float. Drake?! Who the hell is Drake?!
"When'd you get his name?" Adrianne asked as she switched her focus on Marissa.
"He bumped into me at the bar and asked me who you were. Of course, I had to know his name before telling him who you are." Marissa replied with a shrug. What?! She did what?!
"You did what?!"
"Oh come on, Kris. You have to admit, he is H-O-T." Marissa reasoned out as she raised an eyebrow.
"True, true…" I felt a small blush spread across my face as I looked down.
"Oh my God! You like him, don't you?!" Adrianne concluded as she let out an excited squeal. God… Save me. I groaned and buried my face in my hands.
"So I guess I shouldn't bother asking you out."
I looked up to see the hot surfer no-brainer. Oh CRAP.
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