UNLOVEABLE ─ s.stilinski

xviii. take my breath away

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
take my breath away

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"I told you. I'm not going, I don't have a date," Rhys told Harley as they travelled up the escalators of Macy's. Harley sighed, and let out an unimpressed laugh sending him a look of pity.

"Just because you don't have a date, doesn't mean you can't go," She said as they stepped off the stairs. "Plus, you could've gone with Stiles if you didn't give him to Lydia."

"I didn't give him to Lydia," he scoffed, following Harley down a isle. "She offered and he wanted to go with her so..."

"You know," Harley turned to him, her hand brushing over the dresses. "There's this guy called Matt that keeps asking about you."

Rhys rolled his eyes, "Matt Daehler? Yeah, he doesn't like me."

"Says who?" Harley challenged, placing sunglasses on her face. "Matt? Surely not."

"Just shut up," Rhys shook his head, following her through the store.

They tried on almost all of the sun glasses and random hats, laughing at each other and taking photos. Neither of them had found a outfit for the formal yet.

"Who are you going with again?" Rhys asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Estella Bridges," Harley disclosed, smirking triumphantly, "She's in our Econ class."

"Score for you, then?"

"Oh, definitely," she winked before searching through the brightly coloured rack of clothing. "Shall we start here?"

"Yeah," nodded Rhys, "Not anything fancy though, I've not got much money."

"Me either," Harley eyed up a black dress. She picked it up and held it to her body, turning to face Rhys, "Will this make Lydia jealous or make me seem desperate?"

Rhys marvelled at the dress, it was a black velvet with long sleeves. It looked like it was made for her. "If that doesn't make her jealous, I don't know what will."

"I agree but maybe if I match it with my black heels-" she paused abruptly, looking behind Rhys with an odd expression. "Don't look but Stiles is staring at you very wistfully from the perfume section."

"Why can't I look? He's my friend." Rhys asked confused.

"We're trying to make him jealous," Harley told him, "pretend you don't even see him. It's like a chasing game, it's always fun."

"Doesn't sound like fun," Rhys muttered.

Harley sighed, "Yeah, well, me and Lydia have been playing it for a while. You'll get used to it." She patted his shoulder.

Harley stayed glaring from over his shoulder, "Well don't make it obvious that you're looking at him." Rhys rolled his eyes. "Act normal."

He looked at Harley with an expression of disbelief as she tried to lean against the clothes rack but fell through the hangers.

"I'm okay!" she called.

Rhys laughed as she rose, her hair was messy and an embarrassed expression took over features.