Seperate Directions (One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

  Dez Westmond P.O.V
   I let out a small sigh as Mia, Rebecka, and I walked through the shoe aisles at Top Shop.  Mia was looking at a pair of flats, while Rebecka was measuring the lengths of the heels.  I made sure I stayed away from both girls.  As I was told they were equally dangerous.

   "Dez," Mia said. "Aren't you going to look at the shoes?"  She motioned to the many racks lying in front of us.

   I shook my head and looked down at my sneakers.  They weren't any special brand or anything, but I still loved them.  No matter how tattered they looked.  I never really cared about my appearance.  "I like my shoes."

  Mia tried her best to smile, but it was clear she was hiding back disgust.  I would never understand what Niall saw in her, but clearly, he saw something good in her evil self.  "Rebecka!" 

   The blonde's head shot up at the sound of her name, but realizing who said it, she shrugged.  "What?"  Mia held up a pair of zebra print flats.  Rebecka looked over, her eyes widening, looking up at Mia like she had just picked up a squid.  "Those look like a Zebra threw up on them.  Why would you even suggest them?"

   "I thought they looked like you.  Trashy, colorless, and disgusting."   By the look on Rebecka's face, she was not expecting that.  I, myself, was not expecting it either.  I looked over at Mia, taking a step back.   Bree was useful in some of the things she explained to me before I left.  One of them was you don't call Rebecka negative, mean things.  If you were like Mia, and wanted to insult here willingly, you better have your death warrant signed.

   "Are you positive you aren't describing yourself in three words?"  Rebecka came back.  Her hands trailed up the rack of shoes, landing on a pair of heels.  They were a bright yellow, and ridiculously  high.  I took another step back, trying to get out of the line of fire.  By doing that, I only found myself running into a rack of purses.  100 dollar bags spilling on the floor.  Not that I cared, my eyes kept their lock on the two blondes.

    "I will never understand how someone as sweet and caring as Liam, could settle for someone as rude and obnoxious as you," Mia raised her finger, wagging at Rebecka.

   Rebecka's eyes flared.  I had learned that you don't bring Liam up when Rebecka is angry.  Especially in that way.  She became defensive, like a mother bear towards her cubs.   "You want to talk to me, about sweet and caring boyfriends?  Niall, is one of the sweetest people.  The most humble, and giving boyfriend I think any girl could ask for.  But how could he even look at someone like you?"

   "I'm pretty.  It's not like I choose what superstars fall for me.  I only like ones who make a lot of money," Mia smiled, as if the sentence she had just said, was as normal as any.  "I would've rather settled for Harry, but Niall does fine."

   Deep down, in the pit of my heart, I felt the urge to rip out her heart, stomp on it ten billion times, and then serve it to a dog for dinner.  Who could take advantage of someone as sweet as Niall?  And treat him that way?

   Rebecka's hand clenched around the heel, her knuckles turning white.  "You make me sick.  You think I am a horrible girlfriend?  The only reason I'm here, is because of Liam.  Because he doesn't want to lose his friendship with Niall.  I don't want to see that happen.  No matter how much I hate you.  I'm here because I love Liam.  But you,"  She took a step forward, her hand not leaving the heel.  "You are something no one could ever love.  Or even be capable of loving something."

   Mia kept a straight face through it all.  A smile sketched on her face, like always.  Her evil, sarcastic, plotting grin.  Her eyes locked with me, and they squinted.  "What are you looking at?"