Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Ninety-Four

Part Ninety-Four

"You will call me wherever you need me to pick you up. I love you and don't buy anything with your own money," Harry tells me, my head nodding. I quickly kiss him before getting out of the car, Harry following. My feet move towards the girls, waiting patiently for me. Slinging my bag around my shoulder, I turn back and wave to Harry, telling him I love him. He reciprocates the words and the girls and we start walking.

"I can not wait to see that hunky boy in a tux," Gabby says, a smile on her lips.

"Neither can I. I've only seen him in a dress shirt once."

She lets out a laugh and Emma makes us stop at a thrift store, Morgan groaning.

"Do you know who owned these clothes?" she scolds, hating the fact of buying used clothing. It's gently used and really cheap; you never know when you find the good stuff in these stores.

"Oh come on Morgan. It's not like you'll die from wearing these clothes," Emma says, her lips in a smirk.

"Yes, I could. What if a smelly person wore these clothes and they were sick. Hm? They could have a disease!" she practically yells, her hand pushing the jeans I hold up out of my hands.

"Beth, no. You have to be on my side," she tells me, but I pick up the jeans.

"Morgan, do you see these jeans?" She nods like I'm an idiot and I make her hold them.

"Those are Calvin Klein originals. Tell me that $15 for those pants is too expensive and that you'd never wear them."

She looks at the jeans then at the other girls who are waiting for her answer. Her fingers hold the jeans and pull them to her chest.

"I'll be back," she says, walking away.

"Where you going?" Gabby asks, Morgan sheepishly looking back.

"To try on a pair of Calvin Klein's."

We laugh and she walks into the dressing room. My fingers look through piles of shirts, seeing cute tees and button-ups. I find a plaid button-up in the same pattern as Harry, but I pass up the temptation to buy it so we could match. That would be really cliché and stupid.

"Oh my fuck," I hear Morgan say in the dressing room, her body swiveling out of the curtain. We all turn our attention to her and her excited expression.

"Look at your ass in those jeans," Emma gasps, her lips in a smile.

"Dude, I could pick up any guy on the street in these jeans," she says, her body turning to check herself out in the mirror.

"Wear them out of the store; you look fabulous," I say, her head nodding and walking to the counter. She pays for the jeans and does a happy dance around the store.

"I'm so fancy," she sings to the song, her voice on pitch. She's way too energetic.

My head shakes and I continue looking through the various items thrown about in the store. I come across old vinyl records; none that are even worth anything because of their condition.

"Beth, you ready to go?" Gabby asks, my head nodding. We walk out of the store and head down the street, walking into a jewelry store.

"Oh, Beth, I think we should look at these," she says, pointing to the rings. I smile but shake my head.

"I'm letting Harry do that all on his own," she smiles and I look at the necklaces. Harry's is still around my neck, not wanting to take it off because of the purpose for what he gave it to me.