Danger Zone

Chapter 4: Fashion Statement

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                                                                Trishae

I stood in front of door 219, waiting for Rayon. I don't even know why I agreed to come actually. I feel like I'm being lured into a deadly spider's web with a man-eating spider. In actuality, meaning that I'm going to be put the thrill that I can't even imagine. Sounds pretty weird I know but I don't know really care. 

I love when people took me places unexpected because in my life everyday is unexpected. 

I looked at the time on my phone, it was now 3:20 and he was no where in sight. He better not tell me no lame ass excuse when he gets here either because that's definitely not going to work. 

Just at that thought he came around the corner walking over to me with a small smirk on his face. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets while staring at me.

"What took ya' so long foo'?"

He chuckled lightly, "Geez babe I'm only 20 minutes late. What 'cha missed me?" he asked, the smirk on his lips grew.

"No! I just don't like when people is late at things!" I exclaimed, which was an absolute lie. I'm late at alot of things I do when they're scheduled. 

"Ya'right. Leggo' it's time leave this devil's nest and out into a place you'll never forget." he winked. My face fell at that little phrase. "Sike I'm just kidding. Nah but forreal we're goin' out somewhere I know damn well you're goin' to like. It looks like it's your hobby" he said.

I raised my eyebrow, staring into his eyes, that held a mischivious gleam. I fold my arms and shift ed my weight from left to my right foot. "My hobby? Boy you don't even know what I like. So how can you tell me what I'm gonna' like?" I asked him.

My question was never answered but ignored. He took my hand and nod his towards the exit.

"You'll see"

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My eyes opened wide at the place he took me. People was everywhere carrying shopping bags full of clothes or jewelry. Mountains of stores were everywhere! Full of all of my favorite places. Forever 21, Urban outfitters, MAC, Bare-feet–everything! I think I've officially fell in love with Cali and this sexy-licious mall of theirs.

"Oh my gosh RayRay! IloveitIloveitIloveit!" I exclaimed, bouncing up and down like a child that just recieved candy.

He put his arm over my shoulder, "See I told ya' you'll love it. Just by ya' style I could tell ya' loved t' shop, just like I. So why not brin' ya' t' the best mall in Cali?" he said.

I smiled to myself. So he likes to shop huh? He just secretly earned some points on that one. "You? Shopping? Ha, very funny. You're style doesn't look like you have fashion sense." I lied, for the second time today. A big lie. The boy can dress his ass off with his pretty boy/skater look. 

That peach throw-over hoodie he wore was too hot. Alot of boys cannot pull off wearing pink–at all. 

He put his hand on his chest, scrunching his face up like he was in pain, "Oh you wound me babe. That's some harsh shit t' say." he said feigning hurt in his voice.

I rolled my eyes playfully, "Rigggght"

"I can so dress missy! You're the one whose rocking a fake Michael Kors bag" he said, with that same mischievous gleam in his eyes.