Loner not for long

Chapter 4:Alana

          So as you've seen before Alana the shiny model type person not afraid to go for it.Unlike me which is weird how we first met.

              A few years later

              I was just walking on the side walk on my way home and this car full of girls pull up.

"Oh my god look at that I feel so bad "

        I take my headphones off and put them in my pocket.

"What is that "Alana says while the girls in the back are laughing sitting on the neck rest of the chair.

"Are you talking to me"

"Who else is here "she says snobbingly

"Ok so your complaining about my outfit ok let's see your 5'5" or higer with longer legs than arms.blonde hair blue eyes and your wearing a skirt that doesn't cover your but and your wearing it with a beige brown crop top that doesn't match the style your going for"

        The whole car just gasp and starts laughing at the driver.She gets out and starts walking towards me.I get myself ready to fight.

"Ok well I guess you know about fashion,saying your just wearing a old dirty jacket"

"What's wrong with wearing what I have that actually matches what I'm wearing unlike you"

"Let's start over shall we "

     I give a petty smile in hatred towards her.

"I'm Alana and since you know so much about fashion I'll consider hiring you to be my stylist "

" not interested ".i pick up my bag from off the ground and try to walk but she stops me.

"Ok I'm not going beg ,you an come up with a paying method if you want but here " she reaches into her back pocket and grabs her card."just take it and call me when you come to your senses ".

       I honestly take just so taht I could get away.but before I could her friend  is drunk and angry that Alana stopped so she threw her milkshake at us but of course Alana knew and got out of the way.

"You've got to be kidding me "

"Sam taht was too far"she says looking and points at the girl in the car."I'm so sorry here I have a extra shirt in the back".

"Is it cut like your because I don't want it"

        She drags me to the back of her car ."wait here ".she goes to the front of the car into her seat and presses a button.She comes back around and opens the hatch up more.I just figure out that this Is a good time to place my phone and headphones in my jeans pocket than my jacket pocket.she hands me this long sweater that's somewhat ripped but it's fashion typed ripped.I take my jacket off and she takes it out of my hand and puts it in a bag.Im so confused by what she's doing I just put her shirt on over top of my non-dirty shirt.

"There I'll have thing hand washed and dry clean and you can have it back when you agree to work with me".

       I'm kinda angry that she's taking it because now I have no choice but to take the job ,I mean it won't be that awful but I could have had the thought of choosing for my own.

"Just try not to get this one dirty"she says while shutting the cars back door latch.

       I just stand there confused and pissed because it wasn't my fault that my jacket got destroyed by her friend.

        She walks away placing the bag in the passenger side foot room.She starts the engine and drives away.

               Back to the present

         She just slams the break on us.Grayson snaps out of his frozen state.I am the only one who is in this real life state.

"Oh my god it's milkshake girl"

        Great she's the one we're picking up.

"Sam what a lovely (not ) surprise".

"Why did she call you milkshake girl"

"The first time I met Alana Sam threw a milkshake at me because she was drunk ...

        And of course San interrupted me.

"I'm always drunk ,hi I'm Sam "she says introducing herself to Grayson.

"Ok I get "Grayson says while shaking Sam's hand.