I can't believe how stupid I am

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"Are you ok? Do you need an ambulance?" asked Ashley.

"Thanks for the offer, but I've had worse." I said. Everything I said that morning was just making me look like Major Stupidity, and was doing nothing but digging me a deeper hole.

"Are you sure, I mean what exactly happened to you? Your arms are burnt as well." asked C.C. I noticed Andy really looking into my eyes and just thinking. '*Insert swear word of your choice* if he remembers I am screwed!'

 I needed a very good excuse. I needed an excuse so elaborate and cunning that you could give it a branch and call it a maze. I needed one so believable that they would never think of this moment again.

 NOTHING CAME. I was still looking like an idiot just standing there without saying anything. To save my skin, I simply smiled, shrugged my shoulders and walked off. The second they couldn't see me I legged it to a clothes store.

 The clothes shop was huge. I didn't like it. It was too open and filled with people. There were good clothes there I guess, but at ridiculous prices. I walked around the store, collecting an outfit and I ended up getting a Black Veil Brides t-shirt which I had decided to 'edit' a bit, a.k.a. cut it up with scissors into a much smaller shirt. I also bought a pair of black jeans that I was planning on running over gravel a few times, and a black studded leather waistcoat and since it was a waistcoat it didn't have those pesky sleeves, so I didn't feel the need to 'edit' the coat. But I looked at my burnt arms again and bought a black studded leather jacket as well, just until the burns are gone. I didn't get any boots since mine were in good condition and had already been broken in.

Walking out the clothes store with my new outfit, I found the nearest bush and got changed. After I was changed I put my old clothes in my rucksack and just decided to keep them a as PJ's in case of a situation where I couldn't shift to go to sleep. I checked my watch. It was 2:30pm, so I had about five hours to kill before the concert, all of which I used up trying to find the bloody venue. At least I wasn't too late...

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