Rejected By My Mate

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"What do you mean me!" I yelled back at Emelie in a panic. The bus driver hurried out and stared down at me.

"Oh, jeesh, I thought I hit a troll. I am so sorry miss." he said, bending down to help me up. I glared at him and wound up to punch him in the face just as Emelie grabbed my arm and pulled me away.

"Don't hit the man he made you pretty." she hissed in my ear. Pulling me off the street, Emelie leaned behind me and waved. "Thanks sir!" she called.

"What the bleep! Why are you thanking that guy he could've killed me!"

"Well he just won you back Rider James so you better thank him." Emelie shook her head. "Come on, I have a lingerie guy you need to meet before we even consider taking you back to the cave."

"Can I at least have a mirror?" I asked in a whiny voice. The model shoved me into a Victoria's Secret, where we were greeted by a skinny white guy. When I say white, I mean whiter than snow, white. He had orange eyes and silvery blonde hair.

"Emelie, it's good to see you." he said, coming over to her and wrapping her in a hug. "And who's this?" he rose and waggled his eyebrows in my direction.

This guy was probably fourteen and he wasn't ripped and he was pasty. No way. "Peaches Freeberry Jane." I offered a hand for him to shake. "I'm looking for super sexy lingerie to make Rider James jealous of me."

"What kind of size?" he asked, quickly disappearing into a maze of bras and sex whips and perfumes.

"I don't know. Like, maybe a six?" I replied, not sure. I wasn't sure if lingerie sizes ran the same as other sizes.

"Grab a sixteen," Emelie nodded over my head. The skinny boy nodded in return and disappeared completely among the racks.

"Who is that?" I rose an eyebrow.

"That's Jimmy Falcon. He's a fledgling vampire. Had a crush on me since I became a VS angel like two years ago." she giggled. "His mom owns this branch."

I nodded. Made sense. Neither of my parents had worked a day in their lives. I never had to go to their work. "Cool, I guess." I said, looking at my fingers.

A few minutes later, Jimmy came back. He held about five different bustiers and hell knows what else, all of which looked quite tight. "Fitting room?" he asked politely. I nodded, staring at him and trying not to bare my teeth and growl. Bloody vampires. No tact.

"Yeah." I said flatly. The kid nodded and took me to a fitting room. And piece after piece I tried on but nothing felt right. Ready to give up, Emelie returned with the skimpiest thing I'd ever seen. My eyes bugged out, she giggled.

"Just try it," Emelie grinned at me. "You don't have to buy it."

Reluctantly, I did as she asked and tried it on. The thing was too x rated to describe since this is Teen Fiction and heaven forbid anything slightly less than PG ever occur. But, needless to say, I adored it. So I bought it.

Happy happy, Emelie and I started off back to the cave. I stopped for a second after I received a text to see what it was.

Now I really do see why you called Rider James a sex god all this time.
Sorry you're ugly.
Xoxo- Maybe... no.
Condescending wave,
-mom.

That stupid bleep!