Falling for Him

Chapter 4-The Shopping Trip~Part 2

I can hear the sounds of loud and obvious beeping next to me. And the often sigh coming from where I assume my mother is sitting and the rustle from the most recent Vogue, my mothers' favourite. I keep my eyes closed and hope that no-one will realize I'm awake.  

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Shopping is something I don't generally do. But when I do persuade myself to endure the torture, it's always done with a very eager Maya. Always. That all changes now, I suppose. Adam changes everything. Who knew he could be good at the sport that is clothes shopping. Who knew the famous Adam Richards would actually know what a maxi dress is? Not me anyway. Gosh, I hardly know what a maxi dress is!

It was like he transformed into some sort of fashionista in the space of five seconds. Weird.

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"Jess, what's your size?" he asked at one point. I raised my eyebrows.

"Six for jeans, four for tops," I say, embarrassed. It doesn't matter how many people tell me I've gained a good amount of weight, or how I'm making good progress, I still feel the exact same as last year. Stick thin.

He holds up a pair of ripped, black jeans. I love them. "They're going in the basket," he says placing the jeans into the already-full basket. I raise my eyebrows at him. This is beyond mad.

"I think I should start trying these on," I said, laughing. I don't really want to go home though, Adam is like a dream best friend but without the drama. I doubt Adam would diss someone because they didn't want to come out. He was like a better version of Maya, a version I prefer.

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Carrying way too many bags than we can manage, we stumble out of the final shop. We decide that we need an energy boost, so we went to the smoothie place. It's common knowledge that it's the best place in town to get a smoothie.

"Strawberry, raspberry, and blueberry please," I say when we get to the front of the queue.

"Same for me," says Adam smiling. "It's a good combo." I nod my head. It's possibly the best smoothie combination I've ever had. We take a seat while the waiter makes our smoothies.

"Can I ask you something, if you don't mind," he says when we're a bit through our smoothies.

"Go ahead," I say, curious to hear what he will say.

"What actually happened last year?" he says. Ok, I wasn't expecting that. I was expecting a 'will you go out with me?' Though I'm not sure what I would say to that either though.

"I thought everyone knew!" I say. "I had an eating disorder." I say it, I do! I just don't want to. Yes, I've spent a while with Adam today but no, I don't think we've gotten this close. Actually let me rephrase that, we haven't gotten that close.

"No offense but it was kind of hard to miss the eating disorder part, I just wondered if there was a reason," he obviously senses my discomfort. "You don't have to tell me."

I let out a sigh. I don't want to tell him. Why would I? Only a couple of hours ago, we hadn't spoken since we were like five-years-old! "There was a reason but if you don't mind, I won't tell you," I said.

"That's fine, obviously." He says it like he doesn't care. Not what I was expecting. He's so confusing!

This could be the strangest afternoon of my life. The conversation immediately goes back to normal. I honestly don't think he minds that I didn't tell him, either that or he's a good liar. Could be either really, seeing the amount of time I've known him, I really don't know how good or bad his lying skills are.

He decides to go on the bus with me when we have to leave. I know where he lives, and it's not anywhere near mine. I swear I don't stalk him or anything, he's just one of the most popular people in school and it's hard not to know practically everything about him. Actually, I'm surprised photos of him and me today aren't all over the internet by now. Maybe they are, I haven't checked my phone since before I left the house.

He looks up at my house, gobsmacked. "This is where you live?" he said. I simply nodded.

Everyone is impressed by our house. And I hate it. It makes my family seem exactly what we are-loaded. I've found that people get jealous very easily. Most people like it when others are jealous of them. Not me. I hate the way people pretend, just to see this house on the inside. It makes me sick. But I would totally do it if I was the other person. Who wouldn't? Huge house, flashy Audi (owned by the butler) in the equally huge driveway. I don't blame them, I just usually make sure that I get to know the person before inviting them to my house. That clearly didn't work this time.

"Would you like to come in?" I ask. I don't know why I do. I hardly know him! And this will give him a reason to see the inside! But I want him to come in. I know it's crazy, but there's definitely a small part of me that wants it.  

"No, I should probably be getting home actually. Thanks for today, I had fun," he replies.

I smile and thank him, trying to hold in my emotions until I'm alone. 

He walks back to the main road where he can pick up the next bus and I enter the house. 

I throw my shopping and handbag down near the staircase and make my way into the kitchen. 

Why wouldn't he come in? 

Everyone always wants to come in! 

Especially if it's their first time! 

And why was he so nice when we were getting smoothies? 

Why was he so nice when we were shopping?

Actually, why did he shop with me in the first place?

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Doesn't everyone love a day off school because there's a hurricane outside? I think I just love the fact that our electricity didn't go out! Because of that, I watched Titanic. I cry at basically every movie, it doesn't even need to be sad. I was like a water fountain today.