Clichéd

| CHAPTER 5 |

ZANDER'S POV

After Briana comes home, I decide to walk back to my apartment. As I'm walking I see a group of four people walking across the street. One looks familiar. Like someone I've met, she looks like the girl from the supermarket, but also different. Maybe my brain had changed what she looked like and conjured a different face? 'No, it wouldn't, she didn't need anything to be changed.'

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It's another fresh day. But it is stained with a date with the 'hottest' chick in the college. Sure she's 'good-looking', but it's like taking out a plastic. Barbie would be a better date than her, at least she's had plenty of careers to talk about. I was taking Brittany out to the mall. She needed someone to 'swoon' and tell her she looked 'delicious' in clothes that she may or may not buy. It will be an absolute headache. 

As I'm getting dressed, my door bursts open followed by the clickety-clack of heels that belong to no other than Brittany. "Woah woah woah, woah." Brittany enters wearing a tight shirt with the top few buttons undone, and the bottom tied just under her breasts. 'Has she got any buttons done?' She has a short, back tennis skirt that barely covers her ass and tall heels that look needle-thin. 'Is she planning on killing me with those?'

"Let's go!" she snarls, literally. 

(Zander) "I'm still getting dressed"

"I can see that, and my, my do you look delicious. You don't need to dress." She trails rather scratches her absurdly long nails down my chest. 'How many killing weapons has she got?' She hoists her leg up to my waist in an attempt to look 'sexy'. "We can always go to the mall later. Maybe after a quick snack?" She winks seductively. 

"Ahh, how about not?" I remove her leg from my waist and pull her off me, which doesn't seem like a hard task but she's stuck to me like a leech. I grab a t-shirt and make a beeline towards the door with Brittany following.

I park the motorcycle and Brittany jumps off, ecstatic to have a shopping buddy to bitch to. I slowly but surely follow behind. "You'll find me in Victoria's Secret babe!" she calls out behind me. I nod briefly not interested. 'Food court it is.' I swagger through the mall studying the shops and exits, that may come very handy. An American Eagle store catches my eyes. 'Might go there after a drink.' I approach a McDonalds and order a large fries and a large frozen coke. After collecting my snack, I head over to American Eagle. 

"Do you think this will look good on him?" I hear a girl say behind a rack of clothes. 

"Clara, I honestly don't know. You've been dating this guy for what? A month? Are you honestly trying to force your taste of clothes on him?" I hear another voice say. 

"I'll ask someone, hey look there's a guy on the other side of this-"

"Clara, no-" The clothes on the rack split and I come across two females, one very familiar. 

"Excuse me, I'm buying a shirt for my boyfriend, and I need a males opinion on this. So if a girl were to give you this shirt after a month of dating, would you like it?" the girl, who I'm guessing is Clara asks me. I look to her friend and recognize her from the supermarket the other day, she's got a pink tint to her cheeks, probably from embarrassment. 

"I- um, don't know what to say." I say.

"See, I told you it would be weird." I hear the girl from the supermarket hiss. 

"Actually, it's a great shirt." I say to tone down the awkwardness, "Honestly, just give it to him on your next date or anniversary, he should appreciate it." 

"Thank you. Wait- your Zander right?" Clara asks. 

"Uh, yes. How'd you know?"

"We go to the same college. We both do," she says as she nudges her friend forward. "Anyways, I'll go pay for this."

Clara leaves me and her friend, the girl from the supermarket alone. It's silent for a split second and then the girl bursts out, "I am so so very sorry for the other day at the supermarket. It's so embarrassing to think about it now. I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have done that." Her cheeks turn redder. 

I chuckle, "It's alright. I should have been looking," 'Not that I didn't get a chance afterwards.'

She chuckles as well, and not those fake ones that girls do to 'attract' me, a genuine one, "By the way, I'm Aylin." She extends her hand for me to shake. 

I take her hand, "Zander, but I'm guessing you knew that." 

"Uhh, I only found out recently, and my my do you have a reputation," she says. I smile. "So no girl today?" 'Ah, shit. I totally forgot about Brittany, whatever, I'll just text her, I met someone.'

"No, not today. Are you free? I could say sorry for over a cup of coffee?"

"You know what? I am free. Let's go." 

A/N: Ahh, short chapter and took forever but here it is. More meetings, what will they reveal over the coffee date?

CQ: Do you guys have any ideas of what could happen at the date? Comment and I actually might use it!

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