Fuck you, i'm over it

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"He was really hot." I said as we walk to Ella's car.

"Back off, he's mine dude." Ella said in a stoner douche voice and i roll my eyes.

"You got that from me." I stated and she looks at me, with an "are you sure" expression and i nod.

"I have a great sense of humor." She stated once again and she looks at me with one of her other looks that says "not really"

"And i have a great ass. No homo, bro." I chuckle in the same stoner dude voice and Ella looks at me, confused.

"What do you mean no homo? You complimented yourself?" She asks and i get at the front seat.

She gets in hers and i smile at her stupidly.

"Okay, the guy who paid for your stuff is all yours, but mama, his other hot-looking friend is mine..."

"You mean...Kyle?" She fastened her seatbelt and i do the same.

"How did you know that was his name?" I ask curiously, what is she some type of mind-reading, telepathic bitch?  Just like Charles Xavier?

"Carter called out his name." She stated emphasizing carter's name then starting her car.

"Ohh yeaah." I realized, feeling dumb. Maybe i was too focused on that hot son of a-

"Shit!" I yell, my heart beating fast. How could i be so stupid! Seriously, i feel like that girl from Mean Girls, y'know the one that can predict the weather using her boobs?

Why was i even talking about boys? I don't do that in front of my friends?

"What?" Ella asked, and she looks panicked by my state too.

"I LEFT MY FUCKING PURSE AT H FCKING M BI*CH THATS WHAT!" I said screaming and i went full-on panicked mode, just like that caveman spongebob!

"You left it?! You dumb bitch!"

"Fuck you, Ella, i bet you would've done the same!"

Stupid stupid stupid!

Please tell me the cashier didn't offer it to the next customer, she looks like she hated my guts!

As soon as Hella, i mean ELLA, dropped me back at the mall, i started sprinting like a jaguar. No, not like an actual jaguar. I meant fast.

You can't blame me? I had my phone in that stupid bag!

I ran faster, and faster but these stupid sandals are annoying me! I groan and took them off my feet as i ran again.

"Excuse me! Sorry!" I pardoned as i ran to the mall, and straight to H&M.

Lots of girls my age were staring, older ones couldn't care less probably because they've seen worse but, at this point. Tell me, which one matters most, your bag that you left at a store, or a bunch of these cunts opinions?

Right?

"Fuck, sweet mother of pinada, please let me get my bag safetly!" I muttered to myself as i walked in to the store, and straight to the cashier.