-Trouble at the mall-
Blair's point of view
"You know Maka, maybe he's just all stressed out because you don't dress up for him. " I imply as we are changing in the dressing room, me in a hot, short, black and sparkly dress that is two sizes smaller then my chest but fits just the way I like it to and her in a cute pink dress that only a little shy girl like her would wear. She gets defensive and huffs "We aren't like that Blair and you know it! " she comes out and plays with her hair in looking in the mirror obviously not confident in herself at all and I giggle softly "Yeah, maybe that's the problem!" I walk out of my little dressing room and examine how cute my outfit is.
She crosses her arms "Is that how you keep your boyfriends? You know the ones that never stay around long enough for anyone to remember their names? " I look at her and my smile drops and I run into the dressing room to change back and leave without saying a thing to her. When I passed kid I tell him that he's wasting his time on that bitch and that he should find someone that doesn't take everything so seriously when getting advice. I stormed off before he could say anything or even really react at all and didn't stop till I was home.
Makas point of view
After I cooled off and realized what I said I felt terrible. I wished I could take it back but Blair was already gone... I walked back to the dressing room and changed back into my clothes and slowly walked back to kid completely ashamed of myself. I walked slowly with my eyes on the ground as kid stood up and ran to me "What happened Maka?! I thought you two were having fun? " I sigh and just muble "Can we just go? I don't want to be here anymore..." He nodded and we went back to his place. On the ride there I tried to think of ways to make it up to Blair so we could be friends again but nothing seemed good enough to make up for everything. I knew how sensitive she was about everyone that left her and that I was the only one she told it bothered her. I lost her trust and hurt her like a horrible person would. What am I going to do now?
