The Dare

The New Guy

Tomorrow is the first day in which we become seniors. Hanna and I decided that we needed new clothes. After an hour of nagging Lauren and I agreed. Me being not so interested in shopping is going to make this a pain for me. Don't get me wrong I like buying new things every once in a while just like Lauren, but Hanna on the other hand goes all out every weekend. She has a lot of clothes with the tags still on. It's a good thing that she's rich. 

I'm not the type of girl that wears dresses or skirts so I decided to settle with jeans and a top. I've always wanted skinny knee ripped jeans but I've never got one. Hopefully today I'll be able to take one of these babies home with me. 

After hours of searching I finally found a dark blue one along with a cute crop top. It had a huge yellow smile face on it and I felt like it was calling me. 

"Karen you should take me with you.  Darling both of us know that I'll make you happier and like a thousand times hotter. And trust me you need all the help that you can get. ""Rude much? Fine I'll take you but only cause you look cute."

Did I just mentally have a conversation with a crop top?  I'm starting to go crazy. Suddenly my stomach started to growl. Ohhhhh! That makes sense. People start hallucinating when they are hungry. I apparently start talking to inanimate objects.

"Hey guys I think I'm going to buy these and head to the food court. Want to join me?"

"We'll I haven't found an outfit yet and Hanna has like a thousand dresses she wants to try on."

"Yeah, besides it's only been four hours since breakfast." Hanna added.

"Well you know I'm always hungry. Besides I only ate one pancake."

"Okay go ahead, we'll follow you when we finish."

"You mean if you finish."  I gave them the 'who are you kidding' look before turning my back and exiting through the door. I would've stared longer if it didn't feel like my stomach was going to eat itself.

What should I eat? Not pizza cause I already had one yesterday and I don't feel like having chicken wings. The strange part is that I always ask myself this question and end up with the same answer. Burgers are my favorite food. I can eat them every day. Bacon and fried mozzarella burgers are my weakness. 

Pain rushed through my body as I slammed into something hard. Losing my balance I hit the ground.

"I'm terribly sorry." 

Hearing that soft voice filled with concern I looked up to see. Two blue eyes, which belong to a figure that was kneeling beside me, where staring back at me. Is that an angel? Am I in heaven? If it's a dream then I don't want to wake up.

"Are you okay?" the stranger asked again. 

He seemed my age. He had brown hair and a cute pointy nose. OH MY GOD! How sharp is that jawline. It looked like it could cut better than a knife.

"Hello?" He asked again waking me from my trance. 

"Yeah I'm fine." 

As his figure stared to grow taller, realization hit me. I should seriously stand up. 

When our figures became facing each other he continued. 

"Let me make it up to you with ice cream."You don't have to make it up to me. It wasn't your fault. I was distracted and didn't see you there. Besides I was just heading to the food court to grab something to eat. "