My Grey Nights {EDITING}

Chapter 13.

Chyna McCartney

Walking around the mall with Sid was exhausting because we've been walking for hours now! I already got six outfits and four dresses, plus two more pairs of heels. I huffed impatiently, "Sid I'm ready to go home, my feet hurt!" I hissed turning around starting for the entrance of the mall, I heard him laugh, but I was absolutely serious. He grabbed my forearms and swung me back around. I whined in frustration,

"Awe come on we have one more store to go to then we can go home to change." He said, we past two girls and Sid started eyeing them down. I looked at them then smirked and walked over to them leaving him,

"Hey Katy and Molly!" I greeted them, they smiled.

"Hey boo, where you been?" Molly asked hugging me, then Katy followed. Molly was twenty one while Katy was hitting twenty this year in December.

"Oh, just chilling and shopping with Sid." Molly rolled her eyes and grimaced,

"Where is he anyway?" She asked, I smirked and pointed to him and he sent me a deadly glare. I sent him a coy smile and turned back to Molly and Katy.

"Your crazy Molly. Anyway Chyna, I forgot to call you. Why were you in such a rush?" She asked intrigued, I frowned slightly,

"Oh, Noah..." I said bluntly. She looked at me puzzled,

"You know Noah?" She questioned.

"Yeah, I met him on a walk, and something happen and I thought you were his girl friend or something." I confessed shrugging, she started laughing,

"Oh, no! that's my uncle. You got it all wrong!" She said, nudging me a little, I smiled.

"But I have to go-" I trailed.

"Chyna, come on I got it!" I heard Sid yell. I glanced at him then back at the girls, Molly scuffed and I laughed,

"Awe come on Molly we know you still like him with your stubborn ass!" Katy confessed, Molly rolled her eyes.

"I do not!" She defended.

"Do too! but I'm about to go, so see you guys later!" I said hugging them quickly because Sid was about to leave me.

"Okay, girly see you later!" Molly yelled and I ran to catch up with Sid. I ran up to him breathing heavily. He looked at me and slowed down his pace.

"Your wrong for that...you know that right." He said as we made our way back to the parking lot. I smiled,

"You know your still feeling her Sid, damn. Stop being a little pussy!" I said testing his temper. He hated being

called the word pussy it was pretty funny, and he never told me why either. His head snapped towards me and we stopped walking, he lips parted, then closed and opened them back up.

"Naw imma wait till we get home!" He said glaring at me. I laughed. We walked up the car, he help put the bags in the car and we hoped in the car. He started the car up and the song by Angel Haze 'Battle Cry' blast though his speakers. I honestly loved this song because it was...me. I felt like she was talking to me and or about me. She used to be my role model cause of her blunt attitude and confidence on what people thought of her was what I once wish I could do but I soon notice I can't do it.

" It's hard to explain my way of living to people who never lived it,

A minute in my position, filled with my opposition,

That anybody not different. Fighting to stay the same, I got lives in my hands and I'm fighting to make 'em change,

Couldn't accept responsibility, find somebody to blame,