Anaphase

Phase XXI

Lilith's Perspective

"This is so weird, I
honestly feel like a surreal simulation. I can't believe we're actually doing this.  I mean, I haven't stepped foot in a mall or plaza in like months if not years and now of all times," I confessed to Demetri who was busy searching through racks of clothing, my hands waving about the air.

I briefly wondered what we looked like wandering the mall together. Like friends, or something more? I probably looked like his assistant or something from the way I appeared compared to him. Even the middle aged woman behind the counter eyed him out.

"That's a bit dramatic, and I don't see why this is strange at all," he replied cheerfully.
"I mean, shouldn't a girl be ecstatic to go shopping with such a handsome guy?" He smirked as he put shirts up to my body one by one still in hangers.
One of the threads got caught in my top jacket zipper.
I rolled my eyes and undid it.

"Hmm," he thought. "Nope. None of these are good enough. Next shop," he asserted, pulling me along by the arm suddenly.

"Demetri! Let go of me," I exclaimed.
Immediately, his hand fell from my arm and slid down electrifyingly. He halted, turning to face me.

"Sorry I didn't realise. Just got a little carried away," he said with his widened eyes. A lock of his curled hair fell freely in his face... ugh handsomely.
I felt a pang of guilt, it wasn't his fault I was like this.
"A little? Okay Mr Cocky," I joked with a smile to try show him I wasn't mad.
Picking up on this, he breathed a laugh in reply.
"Right."
We continued walking now at a slower pace which only made my heart beat faster.

"So. You might be the least shopping-enthusiastic girl I've ever met if not the most boring," he baited with a smirk.

I laughed it off awkwardly.
"I'm not one you'd see shopping frequently I guess. More of a 'buy what I need' and go home type of girl. You clearly shop a lot though," I remarked.

"Oh sure, all the time," he replied, the sarcasm difficult to interpret. "So then, what are the chances that I get you to try on some shirts to take home?" He asked.

"In your dreams," I bellowed.
"Here we are in a mall, shopping after such an- indescribable few days and you're asking me to try on some shirts Demetri Griffin? This is ridiculous. We should just head back and study or something, you're probably going to get into trouble too."

A few girls with interlocked arms walked past giggling as they checked Demetri out, their cheeks turning pink. 

I immediately felt aggressive feeling a grimace dawn on my face...and insecure.
They had perfect plump lips, glossy hair, batty eyelashes and overall were just so darn-
"hot?" finished Demetri pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Excuse me?!" I snapped accidentally coming across too angry then I would've liked to have shown. Did he just finish my sentence or did I say that aloud?

"I said," he dragged, "aren't you hot? It's like thirty-five degrees and you're wearing a jacket."
"Oh. Um well I didn't have anything else. Err lets go back then you have air conditioning!" I suggested, trying to convince him.
Those girls were lurking around us and it was really starting to bug me.

"Oh come on. We're already here let's get you some stuff you need. I mean, I'm not complaining when you're always wearing my stuff but-"
"Your stuff?" I asked with shock.
"Yeah like my shirts and stuff. It's alright, I don't mind. They don't get used anyways. That's why they're kept in my old room."