I'm Fine

Chapter 15

We paid for our food and left quickly. Brody seemed sad to see us go but winked at Harly before we left.

I looked at her while we walked to the car park.

"What?" she asked, smiling.

"Why'd he wink at you?" I reply, my eyebrows furrowing.

"Oh. Did he? I didn't notice..."

"Liar," I said. "Tell me!"

"No!"

"You have to!"

"Who said?"

"Me!" I cried, laughing stupidly. A wide grin was plastered on her face.

"Okay, okay! I'll tell you." She eventually gave in to me tickling her.

"Enlighten me," I replied with a smirk.

"I gave him your number! That's what I did!"

"What?" I asked in shock, recoiling in surprise.

"Yeah. I gave him your number," she said, nodding her head, rubbing the imaginary dirt off of her top.

"Why?"

"Because! He's cute, and I know he likes you, I can see it in his eyes," she says thoughtfully.

She stands in the empty complex parking and sighs. She looks at me and gives me a sad smile. A flash of emotion flickers through her eyes and my heart itches uncomfortably.

She shakes herself out of a daze and grins sheepishly.

"Do you wanna go shopping?" she asks, changing the topic.

"Sure." I smile at her and we hop on the public bus. Gross but we don't have cars, so, yeah.

The whole place is crammed when we get there. Seems  like everyone's going for the Lucky Charm sale.

"We're never going to find anything!" says Harly, although I can barely hear her over the loud stampede of feet on the slick floor.

"Let's see if we can find some jeans," I said back, grabbing her wrist. I drag her through a sea of teenage girls and boys and find the jeans section.

"Are you sure this is the jeans section?"

"No. No I'm not," I reply. There's clothes strewn all over the floor and there is only one pair of jeans...hanging from the sign above us.

Harly shook her head. "Crazy people," she says.

"What should we do now?"

"I have no idea."

I start to walk off with Harly beside me, but somehow I bump into someone and fall straight on my butt.

"Oh_" The person who I bumped into looks down at me. I blink repeatedly.

"It's you," I say, my mouth hanging open. She stares at me in disgust.

"Imogen," she says, fiery hot anger resonating off her voice.

"Shay?" asks another voice from behind me.

"Ellie?"

"Harly? Imogen?"

"What?"

I stand up. Shay stands in front of me, clearly confused and angry.

"What are you doing here?" she seethes. Ellie walks from behind me to stand next to Shay.

"Can someone explain?" she asks, crossing her arms, glancing at Harly.

Shay looks at Harly intensely. Harly looks at Ellie sheepishly. Ellie looks at me in confusion.
I look at Shay in shock horror.

We're standing in the middle of a large crowd, fawning over a new stock of jeans being placed down by a poor young employee.

We're an odd sight, standing there like idiots.

"Ellie, I didn't know you knew Shay," I said, breaking my gaze to turn to Ellie.

Ellie smiles. 

"I didn't know you knew her either," she replies.

"Oh..."

"So, what's the deal with you guys?" asks Harly, feeling the need to join the conversation again. She looks at me, and then Shay, who turns away.

My heart thuds. Is she going to tell?

"Not important," replies Shay.

I sigh a breath of relief.

I'm glad for her silence, I could not bear it if Harly found out the truth. Would she hate me? Would she care? She'd think I was a monster!

"What's with you two?" asks Shay, gesturing to Harly and Ellie.

"Twins," replies Ellie, looking at the ground.

"Right..." says Shay, flicking her gaze between Harly and Ellie. "I see."

"Can we leave now?" Harly whispers to me. I nod and slowly Harly and I walk off in the other direction.

I feel uncomfortable as we walk, like someone's watching our every move. There very might well be a stalker among this crowd, you never know.

But I turn my head to look back at Shay. She's standing in the same spot we had just left, looking over her shoulder, past me. I follow her gaze, landing straight on Harly's face.

Harly's facing straight ahead, not looking back. But suddenly, we get stopped by a moving crowd.

I can feel Harly tense beside me. She looks back. I look back too.

Even from where we're standing, the red blush on Shay's face couldn't be any clearer.