The Not So Pageant Girl (On Hold)

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

"Are you serious?"

I narrowed my eyes incredulously, motioning my hands to the male clothing store. Sure, they sold exceptional suits and ties, and you know, I've always wanted to try on a tux, but really?

Was he fricken serious?

"I'm dead serious." Jacob replied, holding back a chuckle. I could see the glint of amusement in his eyes; oh how I was tempted to punch his face.

"If you haven't realized," I said, pointing to myself. "I'm a girl."

Jacob lifted his eyebrows, and I knew he was about to say something offensive so I cut him off and walked away from the store. Wasn't there like, American Eagle or something? I could buy some clothes there, couldn't I? I mean, their clothes were formal... right?

I continued walking, as I thought about how coming here with him was useless. He had first insisted on going into this store (that I couldn't even pronounce) that I soon realized was a thrift shop. I mean, I was actually happy about it, until Jacob started laughing when I ran through the rack of clothing, happy that I could finally afford some of these things. Not letting me get anything, he quickly pulled me out, and dragged me to a store.

Full of men.

And clothes for men.

"That's not the right way," Jacob said, who was suddenly by my side. He pointed to the left side, where all the boutiques screamed GLAM and FAB. He obviously didn't know I didn't have the money for that.

"Um, yeah, right way." I said pathetically, slowly walking down the other side of the street, hoping he got my joke. Instead, Jacob pulled me back, harshly, and dragged me to a store called Printemps. Just looking through the windows I knew everything would be expensive. I was hoping to go shopping alone; maybe get some second handed things.

But no.

The idiot had to bring me here.

"Well at least it smells nice in here," I muttered to myself, as I stepped into the store. Jacob chilled outside awkwardly, with his hands tucked into his pockets. It was hilarious in the first place; I should've dragged him into girly stores. He had promised Karen to bring me to the best shops, and girly ones had to be it, right?

"Karen said to watch over me. Get in here." I said, opening the door a little so he could hear me. Jacob rolled his eyes. "I am watching over you. If you need me, I'll be out here."

Thinking about humiliating him, it was my turn to grab his arm and pull him in. 

"Let... go!" He yelled, but he was already inside. The people in the store laughed in their French accents, and smiled attractively at Jacob. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Quickly get something, okay?" 

"No, I like to take time when it comes to shopping." I lied. The truth it; I was the grab and go kind of person.

"I never thought you were that kind of person," 

"Stop acting like you know me," I snapped, harsher than intended. Before he could respond, I walked up to the counter to ask for help. The lady smiled at me, and her name tag read Bella.

"Bonjour, comment ca va?"

The French lesson Edmund and I had came running back to my mind, and I quickly said, "Bien. Et vous?"

Bella laughed. "You're not from here."

The English shocked me; she didn't even have an accent!

"No, I'm not." I said, laughing along." She gave me a smile, and walked away from the counter. "Touring?"