Store of Shorts

Day at the Mall

A girl walked down the sidewalk her phone in hand. Her bright green eyes glued to the screen, hands texting with utmost speed, and her brunette hair blowing in the wind. Her phone beeped at her and she quickly slid her fingers across the screen.

"Are you going to Jack's party?"

The girl stopped in her tracks as she read the words.

"My boyfriend is having a party?"

What was this...? How did Heather not know her own boyfriend was having a party? She continued down the sidewalk earplugs blasting in her ears. After nearly five minutes she had no text back. Was she not supposed to know, or something? The brunette texted her friend again to get more details on the party.

"What night is the party?"

"This Friday"

Go figure, ask what day and get a response uber quick. Also known as she never would have gotten a text back on the last one. With a roll of her eyes she walked again, keeping a lookout on the surroundings in front of her. Yet, she still managed to trip over the crack in the sidewalk. Regaining her footstep she looked ahead. Good thing she had tripped because a car sped around the corner of the intersection, "Holy shit!"

No honk or anything, but yet the sounding of her own in-head screams sure seemed loud. That, or maybe it was just the ringing of her ears, she could no longer tell. Crossing the street, to the side that held the mall, she looked back at her phone which had vibrated in her pocket a million times.

"Hey u there?"

Looks like in between this Sabrina had sent seven messages. Stupid car, stupid phone, stupid stupid stupid! Whatever, she was already used to the fact that Sabrina didn't have to text back 24/7, but if Heather did not all hell would break loose.

"Jeez, wait a sec. Crossing intersection"

She sent that off before having to get another ten messages from her friend. As soon as she crossed the street she looked back at her phone. No messages had been received. She send Sabrina a text asking what time the party started. With that Heather walked through the parking lot of the TARGET. The EXIT door opened and I walked through to enter the department store. The next sight would take me a turn for, well, good or bad could be determined on another day.

She was about to look at her phone when she heard a high pitched squeal, "Oh, Jack! It's beautiful!"

Heather stopped on foot ready to take another step. She slowly turned her head to see  girl with red hair and a blond boy lock their lips together. Her Jack...

The girl, who's name started with an 'S', and no she did not mean her actual name Sabrina. Now, everything made sense. That's why the red-head knew about the damned party. Not that Heather hadn't already expected something was up, because supposedly Jack was going to be at his grandparents on Friday. Heather gave a whistle and wave as the two turned around. If only she had a camera to take picture of their faces.

Proudly she waved again and walked past them. She was not going to let the two love-birds hinder her day. Her heart did not want listen to her logic as she walked away. Heather could already feel her eyes watering up.

"Heather wait!" Heather turned around her face emotionless and then smiled. Her eyes bore into Jack's as cold as ice. "I was buying a gift..."

The brunette snorted loudly grabbing the attention of a few other customers, "So I heard, and Sabrina can keep the wonderful gift you bought." Jack looked astounded, but Heather continued, "There is no reason to give your ex-girlfriend a gift when you have given a gift to another."

"Oh come on, it was nothing!"

Heather stopped and turned around again to face her ex, "Actually I have one ore gift to give you." Slowly she raised the palm of her hand and felt a rush of content at the solid sound it made across Jack's cheek. The girl turned on her heel and walked straight toward the back doors of the store. She had never slapped someone before, and her hand actually hurt a bit. The girl shook it off though, and walked through the store to the mall.

"Babe, wait let me explain!" pounding of feet sounded from behind her.

Heather chuckled holding back a tear that threatened to escape, "What is there to explain? I have seen enough entertainment for a few days, and have heard enough lies to believe my eyes."

As she turned to leave again she felt a arm grab her waist in and affectionate manner, "I was just using Sabrina to get something for you. I needed a ride because my car broke down."

"If you're going to lie at least make it believable. We're done, back off," With that she stormed out the back doors and into the main part of the mall. Quickly she maneuvered to her left as he phone vibrated in her back pocket.

She put her cell into her jeans pocket and kept moving one foot in front of the other. Her phone continued to vibrate, and she decided she needed to check the messages just in case someone else other than the previous two had texted her. Of course, she knew in the back of her mind she was just fooling herself.

"Babe, please I need you!"

"Let me explain."

"Baby, please answer me."

"Heather, he really feels bad."

"It's not what you think."

"You know I know your good with your hands, but was the slap necessary?"

"Come over on Friday, I'll make it up to you."

"Please baby, I love you."

By the time she got to the escalator to the second floor Heather wasn't sure if she was on the verge of tears, or on the verge of punching a store window. More than likely both. Just in case she walked on the side where the railing was instead of the windows. Finally she got to the store she was looking for, Forever 21. She always liked to walk in to listen to music and see the current fashion trends. It would help her unstress because half of the current fashion trends were ridiculous. Te clothing itself though could be cute.  It had been at least fifteen minutes before Jack decided he was going to text back after the three words from before.

"Let me make it up to you babe <3"

Heather rolled her eyes and put the phone back into her pocket. Maybe if he just left her alone she could go on with her day without breaking something. Slowly she walked to the back of the store to find a pretty white shirt with a rose design embedded onto it. It was a bit see-through and would need a tank top under it, but definitely her kind of shirt.

"Heather please answer me. I need you babe."

With a very tempting thought to throw the phone over the banister she walked out of the store.

"Have a good day!" called the lady at the check-out counter. Heather gave her a slight grin and walked out of the store. Five more messages from Jack... five more times she didn't reply back. Most would get a clue.

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So, this may seem like a weird way to start the short stories, but I actually found this on my computer. By the title it had I know it was written about two years ago. I actually had no memory that I had written this, and only realized I had by the landmarks. The Target, mall, etc. were across the street from the apartment I lived in at the time. So, this story goes to all those who have written things and forgotten all about them. >.<

Enjoy the rest, but I promise not all of these stories will be as depressing as this. Most will end up being fantasy based because that is just who I am.