"hey hey hey, where ya goin?" Shawn asks, suddenly popping out of the kitchen's entryway
"out" well, obviously. Im meeting up with Duck.
"yeah yeah. who says?" Austin butted in
What the hell? Just shut up and mind your own fucking business you jerks.
"uhmm...me. DUHH" i rolled my eyes at them.
"youre not going anywhere, Harper. Not in...that" Grant added
I looked down at my outfit. Im wearing some shorty ombre denim shorts and a black Nirvana muscle shirt and an oversized army jacket that hangs just above my knee and a pair of white chucks. What? Nothing's wrong with this outfit. Its badass and awesome.
"what? now you decide what im gonna do? nahh i dont think so. whatever. worry after 11. k. bye." i said before flipping out my hair and walking out the door. Like a bitch.
Then walked westbound to reach Lexington ave, went to the subway station, walked to the turnstiles, swiped my metrocard, waited for the train, and sat at the 2nd car.
To: Duck Hewitt
On my way.
"hey babe" a freak beside me suddenly says. Whom i didnt know was beside me until he said that freaky phrase.
"hello creep" i greeted back then rolled my eyes
"i like you" he smiles creepily
Huh. He cant creep me out. I've been born and raised in this jungle, i know how to deal with animals like him
"almost everybody does. really" i said then glared at him with my sweet smile still not fading
"i dont see why not" he said, his voice low and hearse.
Boys. Boys. Boys. Stupid. Dumb. Psychopaths.
"yeah. say, why dont you shut up, yeah? great" ugh
To: Duck Hewitt
Ohmygod sitting beside a creepy freak at the subway
"calling a handsome guy like me a creepy freak isnt acceptable babe" the creeper says
I looked at him and smirked. "handsome guy? where? you? ha, yeah right. dream on creeper" i said then rolled my eyes on him again
I know this is against my unspoken rules about not giving a fuck about strangers but whatever, its not that bad to break some rules sometimes.
"where'd'ya get that army jacket, your overweight grandpa's closet?" he teased. A bad, childish kind of tease.
So he's irritated now? Huh. Bitch.
"uhm, no. its from the Plus Size section on F21 Men" Father actually laughed at me when he saw me asking for the biggest size of this and asked if this was for my overweight boyfriend, i said yes, which isnt true, but it shut him up.
"oh. where did you get that army jacket, from the thrift store?" he smirked
"no. from Forever 21-,-" i answered dryly
"where did you get that army jacket, from your overweight boyfrien--" ok thats it
"WHERE DID YOU GET YOUR BRAIN FROM? THE DOLLAR STORE?!" i yelled at him. Which got the attention of those on the train. i dont care.
The train came to sa full stop. The conductor said what he got to said. 59th street.
"bye-bye cuckoo brain" i smiled at the creeper then walked out
I walked there and saw Duck under one of the three trees infront of the store, smoking like crazy.
I walked up behind me and whisphered, "stop doing that or i'll kill you earlier you bitch"
"goodevening too, Brittany. What took you so long?" he faced me, took a final drag on his cigarette before stomping it with the heel of his Combats
"had no one to drive me here so i took the subway" i said, looking around for any sign of his car or driver.
"naawwp. same situation. my driver bailed on me. had to sneak out to take the subway" he said, holding up his metrocard
"so i guess we'll both take the subway home, huh?" i asked, sighing, then started to walk to the store.
I hate taking the subway, it adds up to the list of why i hate New York.
"i was expecting you to have your car with you or something" "same thing. me too. but woohoo, we both took the subway so yeah"
We walked inside of the store, indulging in the sweet smell of candy. Paradise.
"what's your curfew?" he asks, looking at me
"told them to worry after 11" i answered
"budget?" he asked again
I put my hand inside the pocket of my shorts, just making sure my wallet is still there and the creeper hasnt took it. "till im full" i said, smiling at him
"youre crazy" he smirked
"thats why we're bestfriends, moron" i ruffled his hair
"dont touch my hair bitch" he said then swatted my hand out. Ouch.
"youre still ugly no matter how your hair looks you dumb buttdart" i said, giving him one solid hard slap at the back of his head
