One Thousand Words

Chapter Nine

||Chapter Nine||

"What?" He asks, backing away from me. He looks at his arm and then at me, and I think he's questioning my sanity.

"I need you to go to walmart and buy me a copy of Grown Ups 2," I tell him. "Please," I stretch out the word, making sure to sound extra desperate and needy. I realize I'm in an odd predicament because I'm dressed like a completely nutty weirdo and I'm asking for a random favour from a guy I've previously sworn to hate.

"No," he pulls his arm away. "Why the hell are you dressed like that anyway?" He asks, looking around cautiously and scowling at the odd stares.

"It's technically your fault," I realize, darting my angry gaze at him. "On Friday, you dragged me with you to talk to Wendy and because of that, I forgot about my previously schedules plans with Lisa. You got me into this, so you go get me out," I demand. My logic is totally reasonable and there's no way James can refuse me now.

"No," he says, deadpanned.

My shoulders slump and I let out a groan. "But come on, I can't go, not like this," I wave my hands down to showcase my outfit and face and he chuckles at the sight.

"Isn't it bad enough you pester me with favours at school."

"You were the one who came here," I point out.

"Why are you dressed like that?" He asks again. "Filling your perverted needs?" He questions, arching a brow.

Without even thinking about it, I hit his arm, which kind of comes off as a shock to both of us. "No," I hiss, glaring at him. "I'm dressed like this because Lisa is angry at me for ditching her last Friday for you and to relieve anger, this is how we get back at each other," I point at myself.

He seems to think about it for a few seconds. "Can't, sorry. I have to meet Michael," he tries to excuse himself.

Looking past his shoulders, I see a familiar red headed boy pinning a brunette against the wall with a very satisfied look on his face. "Really?" I snicker. "Because Michael doesn't look like he'll be missing you at all."

His eyes follow my gaze and when he turns around, I hear him curse under his breath. He turns back to me and lets out a defeated sigh. "If I go, you're coming with me," he demands.

"Why?" I ask, bewildered by his statement. "You want to be humiliated by this?" I point at myself again.

"I don't care," he shrugs. "But you obviously do, and I want you to get humiliated for dragging me into this crap," he concludes smugly, and I hate his sadistic way of thinking. Honestly, him and Beth would make a wonderful pair of maniacs. Add Lisa to the crew and the world would be corrupted.

Maybe having James come along will be helpful. He's rather tall, at least a foot taller than I am, so I could try walking behind him to cover myself from the shame. Deciding to try my brilliant plan out, I push myself up from the bench, wobbling slightly as I do. "Fine, let's just get this over with," I huff.