A Snow White Story (Aborted)

Chapter 8: What's A Mall?

That night, Roxy had a strange dream. She wasn't sure what it was about but it was so damn strange. In fact, she couldn't find any word to describe it other than strange. She didn't quite catch it but it was scaring and stuff. Moreover it had left her with an acute headache that was gone after a little while. She tried to forget about the dreams. She did.

She got out of the hospital room and made her way to the washroom. Yes, she had been staying there since Maxwell had not really arranged her room.

After getting refreshed, she walked to the pit. Even if it was daytime, the pit was dark as death. Of course, there were lights around but still it didn't help. She could hear the boys laugh and some slamming sounds.

"Good morning, Queen," Kian greeted Roxy, who was first to notice her. All the boys turned to her and smiled. They seemed happy today. Well, all the boys were happy everyday. Hard to believe, they were gangsters. Maybe gangsters weren't really that dangerous and rude from the inside.

"Hey, guys," She waved, "Where's Maxwell?"

"Searching for me?" Maxwell slipped out from underneath a broken car. He was covered in grease that made his face look adorably weird. Roxy tried to suppress a smile but failed. He rubbed his face to make it worse and sneezed. Half of the boys chuckled silently.

"What, I got shit on my face?" Maxwell sneezed again.

"Of course, you do," Collins said, "Maxwell."

"Dang this car," He slipped out and got up. He must have stumbled but balanced himself carefully. He made a goofy face and made his way out of the pit.

"What's with this car?" Roxy asked, "It looks too damaged to be fixed. Why's he wasting time on this mechanical box?"

"Mechanical box?" Earl said, "Pfft! It's his favourite car. Looked highly dashing and nice before it got into an accident a month ago. Since then, he'd been trying to fix this."

Maxwell returned with a washed face but his tee was the same; white with dark grease and dirt on it, "Yeah, you need any help?"

"Actually, I need some clothes," She said. God, she'd been wearing those same clothes since day one. It made her shudder. She could ask for some new ones a little earlier but then she didn't really trust them or didn't really get the courage to ask them. But now she did. Maxwell scratched the back of his neck.

"Uh, what if you wear some of Quentin's clothes and go to the mall?" Maxwell proposed.

Roxy hesitated, "Uh, maybe that's okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Quentin turned red, "Come with me."

Roxy followed him out of the room and they walked in silence. Finally, he stopped in front of a door, unlocked it and pushed it open. He turned and smiled at her and gestured to come in. His room was the same with coarse grey walls and smooth ground. He opened his cupboard and took out a black tee. White graphic was printed over it saying Monsters Inside Of Us. Roxy pretty much liked it but it was oversized. She wanted to keep it but it was Quentin's.

"Thanks, Quentin," She said and he smiled.

After getting changed into it, she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked ridiculous to herself. The shirt was too big for her. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and slipped into her DM boots. Then she walked out of her room and met Quentin.

"You're ready?" He asked, "Let's go."

"Yeah, come on," She nodded. They drove through the busy street while Quentin cracked hilariously silly jokes and all. Roxy had a fun time with him. By the time, they had reached the mall.

"You might want to put on the hood, you know?" Quentin suggested.

"Hood? Why?" She asked.

"'Cause you're in a gang now. So it's best to conceal yourself as much as you can," He explained.

"But I don't have a-" She searched her back and took hold of the hood, "But it wasn't there, before."

Quentin laughed, "Maybe, you were sleepyhead."

She laughed and put on the hood. They entered the mall and Roxy headed to the girls section while Quentin grabbed a drink and sat in the food-court. Roxy picked a few tees, three pairs of jeans and fingerless gloves and two hoodie jackets. She had forgotten about getting a trolley and didn't wanna bother anyone for that so she carried it to her. The heap prevented her from watching while walking.

She made her way though the narrow way across the hangers and stuffs. She felt the ways. Just when she was sure that she advanced safely... Boom!!!

She bumped into someone. All the clothes scattered and fell on the ground and so did Roxy and the guy whom she bumped into.

"Shit, boy," The guy mumbled. Roxy focused on him. He had dark hair and dark eyes with tattooed all over his body. He had a sharp jawline, "Can't you watch where you're going?"

"Me? You should've seen. I had a bundle of clothes in front of me," She complained.

The guy smirked, "I don't care. Peasants are always peasants. Just you're a beautiful peasant."

Without giving Roxy time to protest, he walked away. Roxy was pretty sure that she was red as an apple but she gathered her clothes and got to the counter.

Don't worry, Mr. Arrogance, you're surely gonna pay for that.

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