What Hurts the Most

Let Me Explain

“Uh do we have to?” Jeremy and I whine as we enter the mall’s parking lot. I’m so lazy right now. Jeremy and I totally over ate when we were at Ms Blacks. I ate pancakes, scrambled eggs and turkey bacon with homemade blueberry yogurt and orange juice. Helena just ate some granola and yogurt. I’m full and I feel so tired, like a tub of lard. I hate shopping, so I have no idea why my dad even built this shopping mall.

“Yes you do. I need a new outfit for my date next Saturday.” Helena states while stepping out of the car.

“If it’s your date why do we have to come shopping with you for an outfit that only you are going to wear?” Jeremy responds while both of us follow Helena across the cross walk and into the entrance of K. J Henry’s Shopping Centre. Yep that’s right my dad named his mall after me.

“Well, Jeremy you guys are my best friends and I want you guys to tell me how hot I look in a mini skirt, Duh” Helena says nonchalantly. “So guys I want to go to that store, they have the best tops and heels and maybe Kimberly we could get you something as well.” Helena says.

“So I don’t understand why I’m here if only you two are going to get stuff” Jeremy says clearly irritated.

“I never said I was getting anything. I didn’t bring any extra money” I interject.

“Yes you are getting something, you could buy darn mall if you wanted to and not pay for it, you own the place for crying out loud” she says while entering the store

“Not because I wanted to” I mumble underneath my breath so only I can hear.

“Uhm, hello still not answering my question” Jeremy says half shouting to Helena who already has like 5 items of clothing in her hands.

“Oh, you’re here for muscle power, you get to whole the bags” Helena answers enthusiastically. Jeremy doesn’t even try to argue; instead he puts his earphones in his ears and sits near the changing room.

“Good afternoon Ms Henry, need help looking for something” a nice lady asks me. She has long wavy, blonde hair, blue eyes and a toothy smile. I have never seen her in my life but apparently she knows who I am.

“Actually yes, we do need some help” Helena interrupts pushing a cart-full of clothes. Where in the world did she get those from? She was in here for like only five minutes. “I have a date coming up and I would like to look my best. Maybe something floral, a little tight by the waist area, revealing enough to show but still  covered up enough to leave him guessing, maybe a strapless and a sweet heart neckline” Helena blurts out.

“Okay, fine I think I have something in mind and for you Miss Henry.” She says looking directly at me.

“Ugh, I don’t really care, just anything the complete opposite of what she wants. And make sure its slack.” I say lackadaisically.

“Uhm no mean to be disrespectful, but I think you would have better luck looking for something in the men’s section of the store.” The store clerk says.

“Ha, I like you” Helena says while resting her hand on the clerk’s shoulder. “I‘ve been telling her that since our freshman year of high school and she doesn’t listen. She has afraid of showing skin syndrome” Helena continues but I interrupt her.

“No I do not” I interject. Oh no, what have I done by the look on her face I can tell I am going to regret that statement.

“Oh yeah?” Helena questions. “Prove it, I dear you, for one month to wear whatever I tell you to.” Oh Great. I really want to say no, but I’m just too competitive and I just word vomit all over myself.

“Try two months” I say folding my arms over my chest, trying to look as stern as possible. Both Helena and the store clerk look at me perplexed. Actually for a second I forgot that the clerk was even here.

“Deal” Helena says

“Okay so ladies I guess we have some shopping to do” Stacy says. For the entire time we’ve been in the store, I just realised she was wearing a name tag.

~ Thirty minutes later~ 

We’ve been walking up and down each isle ,and around every rack in this store for thirty minutes. In that time I’ve had dresses, shirts, bras, underwear and almost every garment of clothing you can think of thrown at me. And I haven’t even tried on anything yet. I’ve had enough of this. I’m tired and  I interrupt their conversation about padded bras and push up bras. “I know you’re both having the time of your lives, but can I at least try on something now.”

“Sure, but currently all the female changing rooms are occupied but you can use one of the male changing rooms. You can try on something you think you look good in and your friend and I will continue looking for more things you can wear” Stacy says nicely, looking a bit tired herself.

“Okay, thanks.” I walk into the changing room on the male half of the store. I pull the curtain and begin to get dressed in what I think Helena thinks is cute. I begin singing one of my favourite Jazmine Sullivan songs: Lions, Tigers and Bears. As I get lost in the melody of the song, I put on ripped dark skinny jeans and a pink tank top and a cropped jacket. I think this looks cute. I go through the store searching for Helena and Stacy, but I can’t find them anywhere. I guess my next option is to ask Jeremy, but he fell asleep on a couch near the changing room.  Now who am I supposed to ask?

“You know for whatever its worth you don’t look that bad” Are kidding me! I don’t even have to turn around to know who that gruesome voice belongs to and I can tell he’s smiling. “Aren’t you going to at least turn around and acknowledge the fact, that the hottest guy in school gave you a compliment?” he says. I turn around and give him the coldest look I can muster. “Okay now before you kill me, Let Me Explain”

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