My fucked up life

Chapter 12

************************************************ Mia's P.O.V

We woke up about 2 in the afternoon. Crystal's house was quiet and empty so i guessed her dad and mom left us there to go to brunch or something.

I didnt mind at all. I was just glad i had a long sleep without disturbance and could get up another day.

10 minutes later we were downstairs making breakfast, laughing and talking.

We decided today we were going to go shopping, look for a job for me and for me to get a condo to live in instead because the hotel thing wasnt working out for me, and they didnt like that idea neither. 

We took turns taking showers then got dressed, did our hair and make up and figured to take my car and leave Crystal's car at her house and later i would just simply drop both of them home.

About 20 minutes later we arrived at the mall and strolled inside.

I wasnt going to buy a lot. I would probably spend &500 on clothes and shoes. I think i had about $15000 in my bank account including the $5000 my daddy put in recently.

We went to Hollister first.

I picked out about 12 different v-neck shirts, 4 regular t-shirts, 2 pairs of faded jeans, a white hoodie, and a black sweat pants. 

I knew if i stayed in there any longer i would buy WAY more stuff, and Quaisa and Crystal was already ready to go so we paid and left.

Next i wanted to go to Abercrombie & Fitch, but Quaisa wanted to go to H&M so Crystal went with her and we all decided to meet up in half an hour in the Ice Cream Parlor.

I saw this cute little black dress for $200 and couldnt resist but to buy it. I bought a warm white jacket and went up to the cashier.

Soon as when i lifted my head up to put my clothes on the counter i saw..... Sean.

His caramel skin looked perfect with his red shirt and jeans. I kept staring at him and he kept staring at me. He broke the silence and pretended to clear his throat. 

I broke the silence, too. "Whats up?"

"Nothing, just ummm working."

"Oh."

I put the clothes on the counter slowly, trying to get more time to talk to him.

"Can i ask you a question?" I asked calmly.

"Hmm?"

"Why whenever i try to talk to you, you always ignore me or pretend like i dont exsit?"

He kept checking the clothes and putting them in the bags with a blank expression on his face.

"See? This is what i'm talking about Sean!" I practically screamed. i was frustrated. 

"See, thats why i don't talk to you."

"What?"

"Every girl has a word on their face when guys look at them. Its either whore, hoe, smut, slut, bitch, ghetto, insane or something."