𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 | 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐

There's only one day left until the party which Ethan invited us over, and I knew I had to impress him. I asked Nessa to go shopping with me but she was busy with classes, and I was left with no choice but to ask Navan to go with me. I cringed at the thought of spending the day with him, but I needed a second opinion on my outfit choices.

"Hey, Navan," I called out as he walked past me in the hallway, his headphones blasting music. He turned, raising an eyebrow in question, pulling out his headphones.

"I, uh, need your help with something," I trailed beside him, feeling awkward.

"Oh, really? What do you need, Loly?"

"I need... I need help with shopping for the party," I stammered, feeling ridiculous.

His smirk widened into a grin. "Shopping, huh? I thought you said you don't need my help, Loly."

I rolled my eyes. "Just shut up and come with me, okay?"

"You know the rules, every favor needs—"

"A badge, I know. I'm not a broken record." I continued the sentence before he does.

"When's the shopping?" He asked, leaning against one of the lockers in the hallway.

I avoided his gaze, "Today."

"I knew it, you're so predictable, Loly." He grabbed his car key, which was attached to his pockets, "I'll drive."

"Wait, seriously?" I looked up at him in disbelief.

"Yeah, seriously."

I followed him as we walked towards the school parking lot. When we did, I was flabbergasted. I knew his family were filthy rich but I didn't his Aston Martin Victor to be casually parked outside.

"Holy shit?" I exclaimed.

"Do you like it?" He asked, as we make our way towards his car. "I bought it after winning a race."

"You race?" I asked, my voice sounding skeptical.

"Sometimes," he said, his voice stern as he pressed his key to unlock it.

I can't believe he's driving me to the mall, I expected that we'd take the bus or something, but he actually offered to drive us there with his fucking Aston Martin, and I hate to admit the fact that I'm pretty curious to see what he looks like while driving. Like, am I going crazy to even think about it?

He opened the door for me, covering the roof with his hands so I won't bump my head onto it. I hate when he does that, because it's so not him when it comes to me, and my ass couldn't help but blush a little, I mean that was so weirdly nice of him and he shouldn't be nice.

Asking Navan to come shopping with me was a last resort, and I wasn't sure how the day would unfold.

"Don't expect me to carry all your shopping bags." Navan spoke, breaking the silence as we sat in his car.

I shot him a playful glare. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Navan. I'm perfectly capable of carrying my own bags."

He smiled. "Sure you are, Loly. I was just kidding, I'll be here to save the day if you need it."

I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress a smile. Despite his teasing, there was a hint of genuine concern in his tone that caught me off guard.

***

As soon as we entered the mall, we searched for boutiques, and stores with the latest trendy clothes, classy and feminine.

Our first stop was a trendy boutique with an array of classic dresses on display. Navan raised an eyebrow as I picked out a baby pink dress with sequins, a disgusted look in his eyes.