Can I Win Mr.Anti-Woman? #JustWriteIt

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Chapter 24

(Dianne's P.O.V.)

I'll have to admit. I like so many clothes in this boutique. I've found tops, skirts, dresses and shorts. I even lost count on how many I decided to purchase. The dress was gorgeous! As crazy as it sounds, one of the reasons why I didn't pick it up eariler was because I wanted to delay the day with Brandon a little bit longer. I knew that he had high hopes for that dress. He kept urging me to purchase it already.

I myself, couldn't keep my eyes off it's resplendent quality. Another reason why I had not purchased the dress right then and there was because I thought of punishing Brandon for being the annoying "gentleman" he was earlier.

I went through racks and racks of clothing and decided to purchase a pair of black studded leatherette shorts, a white lazy blouse with the words: 'I Am Fashionably Lazy, Suck It,' the white and black dress that captivated my eyes earlier and a simple matte black dress which I will be wearing after the lady swipes my card to the machine.

"Fashion Cart and the staff would like to thank you for purchasing here, miss." The lady behind the counter said in a bored tone before turning to the side to grab a tote bag.

"You're welcome Madam." I replied whilst reading the time from the shop's wall clock.

Four thirty-seven pm.

"Uhmm.. Madam, can I please occupy your dressing room for a while?" She looked at me with a question mark written across her expression. "And I need that black jumper to change my clothes with."

With a distraught grunt, she forcefully extended her arm to hand me the clothing, "face front and to the left."

"Thanks."

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"Let us go home!" Brandon have been yelling like a five year old child for a while now.

"Gaahhh, will you please shut your mouth?!" I hissed, rubbing a finger to his mouth, "why don't you just go home by yourself?"

His eyes widened in surprise, "whut har yea dhoin, whoman?!" He murmured, crossing both eyes to stare at my finger. His expression quickly changed. Before I could process his next move, my finger felt a throe of pain. I withdrew my poor finger with a scream.

Bite marks...

"Why did you freaking bite my finger?!" I soothed the pained area with a small wince, ignoring the thin layer of sticky saliva that clung to my skin.

Brandon randomly spat with aimless direction, "why did you rub that filthy, gross and salty finger onto my mouth then?" He delved in his pocket and grabbed a handkerchief, furiously rubbing the cloth to his mouth.

"It was for you to shut up!" I yelled.

"Nice try Dianne but it didn't work. Let us go home!" He whined once again.

"But I just changed to a new outfit!" I cried back and faced him with a pout, "let me at least enjoy this outfit a little longer."

He gave me an exasperated expression, "but you changed three hours ago!" Exclaiming, he crossed his arms.

I gave him a defeated expression and murmured 'fine.'

"Don't be a grouch, Dianne." He triumphantly said.

"Don't be a grouch, Braffoon," I mocked, "why can't you drive yourself home?" I asked once again.

His triumphant expression dropped and was morphed into an embarrassed one. "Dad confiscated my truck because he is still in doubt of my gender."

"Hahaha!" That cracked me up.

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(Brandon's P.O.V.)

This is no joke. I've actually survived a day with a boisterous Dianne. Even though I've fought with her, embarrassed and managed to bite one salty finger, Dianne still managed to cling to me like patient little puppy.

Man, I'm surprised and impressed. She must be a real tease for not ditching me. Instead, she chose to go with me all day. Ha! My little dog.

Keep telling yourself that. You need a ride, remember?

My conscience broke through my happy thoughts. Right, I need a ride. I looked to see if Dianne had come back from McDonald's take-out counter. She is still queuing... I took out my phone and typed.

Davis, one hell of a day. I hate you and Xyril. -Brandon

I sent quick text to Davis. Before I could put it inside my jean pocket, my phone vibrated to indicate a text.

Ha! You had fun man? -Davis

By the means of fun you must mean torture. Where are you? -Brandon

Don't be so dramatic, Brandon. Hmmm... I'm in my bedroom with Mandii. -Davis

I scoffed. I rolled my eyes. Typical Davis. Always taking his girls home to rack on his bed.

Okay...Stop doing the dirty, man. -Brandon

Surprisingly, I'm not doing the dirty. We were just talking. She's making popcorn for a movie. -Davis

Right. I shook my head in disapproval and sent a text to Xyril.

Xyril, get me out of here! -Brandon

No, man. I'm in the movies with Faye. -Xyril

Bros before hoes. -Brandon

Faye is not a hoe. A hoe is a prostitute or a tool to plow soil. -Xyril

Great, both of my friends are busy with their hoes and movies! -Brandon

Just take a cab, kindly ask Dianne or walk all the way home. You'll think of something.
-Xyril

"Hey, what did I miss?"

Startled, I jumped and juggled my phone. Once I caught my phone, I quickly put it inside my jean pocket.

"Nothing," I say.

She tilted her head to the side and scrutinized me for a second or two before shrugging with a nonchalant 'whatever.'

I exhaled a sigh of relief. It is best for her not to know I called her best friend a hoe.

I shook my head and pleaded in a long voice, "hey Dianne, can we please go home now?"

She let out a small chuckle, "Braffoon, you sound like a five year old. Even your hunched posture went along with your whiny tone." She said as she shook her head

I took the time to check my posture and shook my head. "Stop stalling, Dianne. I want to go home!"

"Fine, big baby! First, allow me to go to the restroom." And with that, she thrust the box of donuts, "sleek black BMW, LAS143. Fourth floor, D5. Meet you there!"And with that, she threw me her car keys. Abandoning me with five shopping bags and a box of donuts.