Can I Win Mr.Anti-Woman? #JustWriteIt

Chapter 22:"A Run To Remember."

Chapter 22:"A Run To Remember."

"Excuse me!"

Running with your favourite flats is not advisable. I have a little fear of tripping and in the process, could forever destroy the gorgeous pair of flats!I would probably scream like a girl who have recently broken or chipped a freshly manicured nail. Destroying one of your precious collections due to the pressure of running would be such a waste of tears and money. I slowed down a little bit. It was way too risky to destroy such beautiful and expensive flats. I did not want to disconnect the binder and strap that seemed to hold my Louis Vuitton, limited edition flats.

Gee, I sound like a complete spoiled brat; but in my defense, who would not accept and treasure such item in which your parents bought for your birthday? And, that is not the only reason. I was also avoiding the possibility of tripping down with a huge frown, face flat with a loud 'eeek!'

My flats made a loud tacking sound against the hard tiled floor. The sound seemed to diffuse waves around the area; fortunately, majority of the people have already descended down to discover the lower levels within the mall.

I never said running with your favourite flats was easy. Before I have stepped foot on the escalator, I probably have slid for the third time; just by dashing through the fifth floor. I was just lucky enough that people who walked around were too busy texting with their phones to notice what a klutz I am.

I got tired of tripping, and so I settled with skidding like a nine year old ice skater. It seemed to work out fine. It saved me a lot of energy and effort, but slightly time consuming.

"Finally," I said with a sigh as I descended down the escalator. I looked around the mall in search of a dark haired boy that was clad in a dark blue Lacoste polo shirt that goes in the name of Brandon. Once I noticed the distance in order for me to settle on elevated ground, my heart dropped. I did not see the supposed gentleman who swore to accompany me for today.

He must have ditched me for I can no longer spot him. Half of me was happy that the big annoying monster ditched me; finally leaving me alone, peeved free. I would no longer be as pissed compared to the two in a half to three hours with Brandon. However, that thought drifted away and so did that smile. It was then replaced with a small frown.

I just lost him. He ditched me. I was actually looking forward to spending the day with the guy. He had promised to spend the day with me. Did he not mean that with such sincerity? Especially when he just told me that he was willing to be my friend? I shook my head in disapproval. Even how annoying that boy can be, I can't deny the fact that I was actually disappointed with his absence.

Guess that things may never the way you want it to be. Early this morning, there was a thought of hope in wanting a perfect day with my friends. But when me and Faye finally spotted our new group of friends waiting for us; Faye was stolen away from me by Xyril. Mandii and Davis ran off to who knows where! I was left, annoyed and practically bullied by Brandon.

I rolled my eyes with such immaturity. I am so having a talk with Faye and the rest of them! Just as I was about to face north, someone gripped my arm, jolting me by surprise.

"Can I help you?" I asked before turning around to see who held my arm. He's probably just some stranger who told me to not block the way.

"Yeah, you can start by holding your donut."

What was that supposed to mean?

"What the fudge?" I questioned the unknown person. For an unknown person, he sure had a slightly familiar voice. Just for curiosity, I turned around.

The person seemed taller than me. I even had to raise my head to get a view of who the person was. And when I did, a small smile cracked its way to my face. There was a small wave of happiness knowing that he did not entirely ditch me.

He grabbed a chocolate caramel glazed donut from an orange medium sized Dunkin Donut box."What?" He asked with a slightly muffled voice as he took a huge bite of the donut.

I fought the urge not to giggle. I hate being this side of me. The girly side who likely gives in to weaknesses. But my stupid heart wants what it wants.

He raised his donut. Well, after that humongous bite, it was no longer is a full donut anymore. Instead, the donut was now in a form of a crescent moon.

He popped it in his mouth without forcing much effort to open his mouth wide enough as I could. "Whagh?" His voice came muffled as he chewed vigorously.

I gaped at him as my thoughts swirled over me. This is one crazy day. I thought Brandon abandoned me; but it turned out he bought a box of donuts to share with me.

But suddenly, a throne of realisation hit me. "I was just wondering, how fast did you run? Where is the Dunkin Donut booth? Were you just a yard or two away from me?" I questioned him.

He swallowed the remnants of his masticated donut, "woah there, Dianne." He raised his hand, "do not go all probing lady to me. You were too slow, you were looking at your stuff frantically, like you were about to use them as your weapons. And, Dunkin Donut was not too far," he shrugged. "All, I had to do was take five or six, maybe even seven long strides from the escalator." He motioned to the Dunkin Donut booth, which actually seemed like three yards away from my reference point.

I gaped at him, "yeah, Brandon. Five or six, maybe even seven long strides from the escalator," I mocked his tone. "Dude, look at you! You have really, really long legs!" I exclaimed.

He smirked, "why thank you so much, Dianne. I cannot deny this," he motioned to his height with the use of his right arm.

I forgot, he isn't the dude I thought he was. He was actually cocky. I should not have fed his ego."Yeah, yeah. Let us get this over with, Brandon." I waved him off. "You vowed to be my gentleman for the day, remember?" I questioned him, now getting all serious.

He raised his eyebrows, "yeah? And why do you keep holding your chest?"

I rolled my eyes, "isn't it the obvious?"

"What do you mean when you said 'the obvious?'" He quoted it with the use of his hands, squinting his eyes to add an effect.

I shook my head, motioning him to follow me as I took three steps,"come help me pick an outfit."

Immediately his expression morphed into a petrified one. I did not have to ask him because he stated the obvious. And completely confirmed it with a loud 'oh, hell no!' to go for with it.

"Come on, Brandon. This one is ruined because of your stupid Foie Gras antic." I said, giving him a bored tone.

"That was not stupid!" He defended himself. "It was beyond funny!"

I gave him a hard stare down, my face growing dark with a shadowy expression. "That was not funny!" I exclaimed.

"Fine! Do not go all donkey kong on me, Dianne." He said, raising both his hands in surrender, "I will be there to support you pick an outfit! Just don't go all mega witch!"

Okay... He just said mega witch...