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𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗦 didn't have the best life. She had two deadbeat parents, her father was addicted to gambling-her...
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HE couldn't care less...
I thought he was finally loosening up but he's still a fucking asshole.
My fingers trace the clothes-the soft material touching my fingers. This was a cute top, it was fifty fucking dollars though. Fucking expensive ass shit.
"I would've been fine with just going to Walmart or something." I tell Noah-looking up from the clothes. "I don't go to...Walmart." He said.
I rolled my eyes-looking back down at the clothes. "Fine, don't blame me when you're broke." I say-grabbing the shirt off the rack and then walking over to another rack that had sweatpants hanging on it.
"I'm rich, no need to worry." He said. "Mh, must be nice." I say-dragging my fingers across the soft material of the pants. "Just shut up and hurry. I don't wanna be here all fuckin day." He grumbled.
"Suck it up buttercup." I say-taking the black sweatpants off the rack-along with some grey and white ones.
I walk over to the jeans-grabbing some ripped up ones and some regular ones. I then grab some jean shorts, also some ripped ones and regular ones.
"Why do you need so many?" He asked-I looked at him. "Different moods." I shrug. He looked at me-confused. "You where clothes depending on your mood?" He asked.
"Yeh." I say-looking back at the clothes. "I'll wear shorts when I'm feeling confident. And I'll wear jeans and sweat pants when I'm too lazy or insecure." I say.
I grab a pair of black ripped jean shorts-hanging them over my arm with my other clothes.
"That's stupid." He said.
"No one asked you." I say-walking over to the bra and underwear section.
I grab some black lace thongs. Along with some white ones. Five of each.
I'm breaking this man.
I then grab the matching bras, only one each though.
When I was done picking out everything I wanted and needed-I walked to the cashier, placing my things on the counter as she started scanning my things.
