I call the chauffeur to come get me and decide to just take in the sights in the mall as I wait. Heck it might even help ease some of the stress of the day. Why would Jermaine mess with my personal life like that? To be honest sometimes I'm ashamed to have him as my dad.
What, five hundred flimsy Emmys a week?
Like even a caveman could survive with that.
And Brandon oh baby. You don't know it yet but you will be mine boy. Just in a moment you'll be in my arms begging me not to break your delicate little heart.
I catch myself giggling aloud and notice the flash of cameras. People are taking pictures of me and I like it. I flip out the Upod I bought some minutes ago and check my Fibigram feed.
What?! 506899 notifications? How?
I realize I've been tagged in a number of videos and just out of curiosity I decide to check one.
While the video loads I read the caption:
' Fibi-famous @robyn_dallas gets declined at Wab-Mart while Brandon West lead singer of boy band 'Detained' pays her bills. Thinking what I'm thinking? 😜😜
#RobynxBrandon'
Oh my Notch. Who made this video, and why is being declined at Wab-Mart so special?
Out of curiosity I Boogle Wab-Mart.
What?!
Wab-Mart: Cheapest goods at our department stores; Woman thinks cheaper goods might be the next big thing and fellow Wab-Martters agree.
Wait a second. Is Wab-Mart a thrift store?
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Brandon's POV
Damn that girl was something. What, she had bodyguards? And a Ę5000 weekly wardrobe allowance.
Man! Wonder what she was doing shopping at Wab-Mart though. Like she ain't got the money to go somewhere better.
I really liked what I saw and I don't do that much.
"Yo! "
Damon called to me.
Damn! I spaced out thinking about...
Wait a second, I didn't even get her name.
"Shit!"
I curse.
"What? Are you worried about this?"
Damon holds his phone out to me, a smirk growing on his inked out, pierced face.
I take it and check out what he is trying to show me. A Fibigram video.
This was earlier today! And is that... Wab-Mart hottie?
"What's this? "
I ask indignation splashed over my voice.
"Trending bro, read the caption. "
Damon was never my favorite type of guy what with all his tattoos and piercings.
I mean I bear no grudge but since 'The spring concert 3014' I never really liked the guy.
I do as he says anyway and what I see is just upsetting.
It's on every meme page. It's even on E!'s Fibigram page.
'Did Jermaine Dallas get a pay cut? Or is his daughter just into thrift shopping. Passing by'
What?! This is completely messed up. Why is the world so cruel.
Damon's stare at me is eminent.
"What?" I spit venomously
"Just waiting to see what little Clark Kent's reaction will be. I suppose you'd swing by her side in a moment and carry her to the top of the golden globe. Freaking hypocrite, gimme my phone! Stuck up mother f**ker!"
What in the...
"Where's all this coming from Damon?"
I clench my fists trying to keep my calm.
I don't give a damn if he doesn't like me, the feeling is mutual boy.
Damon just huffs and rolls his eyes mimicking me in a mocking tone.
"Where's all this coming from? Idiot! Let's get out of here guys."
Why is he such a dick. I huff at my choice of swords and gagging at the thought of ending up like Damon; a tattooed manwhore with no life but parties.
Empty.
That's what he is.
But he does make a fine point, I need to see Wab-Mart hottie again. Even if it's just to get her name.
Wait. I never... First stuttering to a girl and now wandering about like a lost puppy looking for a girl?
Brandon, Brandon, Brandon.
You are one hell of a dude.
I spot a familiar outfit on a park bench and move a little closer.
Jackpot!
_______________Robyn's POV __________
My life is over!
Ohhhh my Notch! I'm socially dead now. All my life...how did I not know about Wab-Mart?
And how did I not suspect when Brandon offered to pay my expenses. I thought he would be different, less obnoxious than his peers.
Nope!
The betraying son of a bitch probably planned the while thing and I fell for it like the low life I am.
"Hey," a familiar voice calls. I look up, speak of the devil.
"Get out! "
"What?! "
Shock is laced in his deep soft voice like cotton..
Back up. No, I'm supposed to be mad at him. Focus!
"You heard me, leave me alone, I don't wanna talk right now."
I say through my teeth.
"I'm sorry, this is awkward. Um can I ask what I did for a second there? "
The nerve of him, just like Jermaine earlier this morning.
Acting all innocent.
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