Maybe || H.S

Maybe

"Jo. Jo. Jo. " I called repetitively as I poked her arm. She squinted her eyes, studying the products on the shelves as she carried on walking down the aisle, purposefully ignoring me. Her knuckles were white from how tightly she held onto the shopping cart. Some people just can't take a joke.

Talk about dramatic.

"Jo! " I yelled, her actions starting to annoy me, as I pushed her shoulder.

I may have pushed her a tad too hard because as my hands made contact with her shoulder, her body spurted forward , causing the shopping cart to roll forward and knock into a fellow shopper.

Oops.

"What the hell Nikki! " Jo screamed as she rubbed the arm she fell on. The menacing glare she sent me did nothing but amuse me.

"haha! I got you to speak! " I cheered pointing at her before starting a special victory dance. Which was immediately interrupted by an angry Jo. Her recently manicured nails dug into my skin as she pulled me to stand next to her. I hissed at the pain.
"Damn Jo, I expected you digging your nails in me would feel more pleasurable and accompanied by moans " I whispered loudly as she rolled her eyes.

"I'm terribly sorry ," Jo began apologizing to the 'attacked' shopper. " it's just that my gay friend Nikki can be a bit of an idiot sometimes. "

"Hey! " I protested, "I'm not gay I'm bisexual. "

"what's the difference? " Jo shrugged nonchalantly.

"the difference is - " my voice caught in my throat as I gazed at the shopper. He was incredibly hot oh my fuck. " the difference is, I like pussy and dick." Putting emphasis on the 'dick'.

I bit my lip as I studied the stranger further. He was definitely panty dropping hot. His strong features, his green eyes and his brown curly hair was definitely working for him. Like dude are you a magician Because Abracadamnn.

I'd tap that.

I flipped my hair to the back and moved a little closer to him, a smirk on my face.

"I'm Nikki," I introduced, "but you can call me daddy. " I let my right eyelid drop in an exaggerated wink.

The guy stood motionless. Staring at me with a face almost as blank as the sheet of paper with the names of people I didn't fuck. Resting Bitch Face. I can deal with that.

"Harry," he licked his lips. His voice was smooth and velvety I could just swim in it. Very deep as well.

Almost as deep as this pussyyyyyyy.

I wonder if he has a girlfriend... Because if he doesn't, bitch I volunteer as tribute.

"Pretty name for a pretty guy. " I responded smoothly. Harry rose his eyebrows in amusement. Probably wondering where I developed my dope ass flirting skills.

"You're not bad yourself. " he said monotonously. I shook my head slightly in disappointment. It seems as if someone needs help with their flirting abilities because there was about as much emotion in that reply as there is in my dead grandma.

"Did it hurt? " I asked.

"..when I fell from heaven? " he replied unsurely.

"No. When someone hurt you so bad that you became emotionless. " I joked.

My eyes widened as a teardrop rolled down his cheek. What the fúck? I was joking. Holy shit was he actually crying?!

"Nikki," Jo whispered in shock -her eyes wide, "Do something. "

"What the fuck? You know I can't handle emotional people!" I whisper shouted.

"You made him cry! " she reasoned. Due to the sympathy in my heart and Jo being right (mostly Jo being right) , I decided to take action.

In a state of panic, I done the first thing that came to my mind.
"You got the limo out front." I sung my voice coming out shaky "every style every shoe every color. And when you're famous it can be kind of fun" I shimmied as my voice became stronger "it's really you but no one ever discovers. "

Jo frowned at me, "Nikki... Are you fucking singing Hannah Montana? "

I nodded , swaying my hips as I high pitched into the Chorus. She shook her head at me, making me stop. "He is sad. You can't sing 'Best of Both worlds ' dumbass! "

I nodded in agreement. It didn't seem proper . " You're right."

I lifted my hands. "Do you ever feel, like a plastic bag. Drifting through the wind wanting to start again-"

Jo clamped her hand over my mouth and stared into my eyes with her own, wide as saucers. "No fúcking singing."

"Don't touch my face. " I hit her hand away rubbing off her germs. Dont know where those hands were last. She could've been masturbating for all I knew.

I sighed as I decided to do the one thing I hated doing. Showing affection.

"it's okay. " I wrapped my arms around him. He hesitantly returned the hug and I rubbed his back in a soothing manner. After a couple of minutes and a few sniffles later, Harry finally pulled away. Other than the tear stains on his cheeks, the fact that he had been crying wasn't noticeable. And not something you'd pick up at first glance. Which made me extremely jealous seeing as how whenever I cried my eyes were bloodshot and my nose running, causing everyone to know that Nikki had been sobbing like a fucking baby. Ugh.

"Sorry. I don't know what that was." Harry apologized and looked to the floor, avoiding my gaze.

"Dont worry about it, " I waved dismissedly, "my periods are a bitch too. "

Harry snorted.

"Nikki, we should be leaving now... " Jo trailed off awkwardly. I nodded whilst remaining in place - not wanting to leave the presence of Harry the Hottie just yet.

An idea popped into my head as I searched my pockets for a pen and my notebook that I always carried around. Tearing out a scrap piece of paper , I hurriedly scribbled onto it before folding it into a  neat square and handing it to Harry.

"Call me sometime. " I smiled. Harry stared at the paper with furrowed eyebrows.

"Nikki... " Jo warned.

"Yeah yeah. " I rolled my eyes.

"Bye, Harry. It was nice meeting you. " Jo greeted politely. Harry nodded in return. I backed away slowly down the aisle, blindly following Jo.

"See you around babygirl. " I waved with a smirk.

Harry looked up from the paper, "You too daddy. " his lips curled slightly. Just enough for me to notice a dimple in his left cheek . My chest swelled with hope. I know it wasnt a smile , but there's hope. Maybe he does host the ability to smile. I bet he'd look gorgeous with one too. Maybe I'll get an actual smile out of him. Maybe even a laugh. Maybe next time.

Maybe.

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Anddddd that was incredibly shitty. My writing skills aren't A grade, But I decided to enter anyway seeing as this is my first time entering a contest. I hope that didn't cause you to dose off Chingyonce lmao.

Goodluck to anyone else entering the contest. May the odds be ever in your favor.

- Vanessa xx.