Chapter 13

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"Come on, we have to go shopping. Please?" Jesse is practically on her knees begging me to accompany her to the mall. She declares that she hasn't gone for months and needs a supposedly 'new closet'. I've seen her closet, if she evens opens the door it will be like an avalanche of Forever 21 clothing.

"I have to finish assignments that were given over the weekend" I say and she whines like a child when she jumps up and down on my bed. I give her a serious look and she gives me a pouty face with her bottom lip sticking out. "Alright fine but your paying for the bus" I warn her and she claps her hands in excitement.

"You know you should really ask for a car" Jesse says putting her shoes back on.

"Yeah well I'm not that spoiled child that asks for everything, Ill get it when I decide to have my own" I explain and Jesse rolls her eyes.

"Whatever, 'till then you will be stuck taking the bus" She groans. "Oh and can I borrow a jacket, it's freezing outside when I was walking over" She says and I nod.

"Sure, and I mean we don't have to take the bus if we don't want to we can take a cab" I suggest and go into my closet to get out two of my smallest jackets. "Here" I hand Jesse one.

"I guess, I don't like to be with a lot of people and besides we don't know the bus routes" I shrug my jacket on and pull on a gray beanie.

The two of us walk out of my room and downstairs. It wasn't long before Cassandra comes out of her rooms tying her hair up. This weekend she has lately been locked in her room. When she drops her hands to her sides she takes a deep breath looking at what we are wearing.

"Where do you two think your going?" Cassandra says crossing her arms over her chest.

"We are going shopping" Jesse says proudly.

"With your permission of course" I say and Cassandra taps her fingers against her elbow pursing her lips.

"And your going how?" Cassandra asks.

"The bus" I answer and Jesse looks at me.

"Or a cab" Jesses says. "Whichever doesn't matter" She smiles.

"Nonsense, Dean can take you. You can call him when you need to be picked up" Cassandra says just as Dean walks out if the kitchen with a soda can in his hand.

"Imma do what now?" He raises his eyebrows.

"Your taking Century and Jesse to the mall" Cassandra smiles.

"What? Why can't Christian take her, or Jason" Dean quickly says.

"Cass, it's okay we can take the bus" I tell her.

"Or a cab" Jesse butts in and I roll my eyes.

"Oh no I guess I can take you, you made a face of guilt and that always gets to me" Dean laugh and grabs his sweater from the hanger.

After about ten minutes of assuring to Cassandra that I don't need money from her but got my own, she finally ended up winning and getting a 50 dollar bill.

I finally got to the car with Jesse and Dean. The twenty minute drive to the mall wasn't as silent as I thought it was going to be. The last time Dean had seen Jesse was three or four years ago, and I didn't realize that being in the same car now would have been like he never left. We were so loud, and playing small games, and putting the volume up of the radio.

Dean dropped us off in front of the mall and asked me to call him when we needed to be picked up. Not only did he say that but he also told me I should be back by eight.

Jesse and I went around going in and out of stores, trying out a lot of clothes and shoes. Jesse ended up buying triple the amount of clothes I bought. I only carried one bag with me and it were just two t-shirts and underclothing.

It was about four o'clock in the afternoon and I spent an hour whining to Jesse that I was starving. I felt like I was a child begging to her mother. But after begging she finally admitted that she herself was hungry herself, so we ended up walking to the food court with her bags. Jesse carried at least six bags.

We decided on Panera.

Once we had our food we were walking back to our table when I saw them. I saw Daniel. And he wasn't alone. He was just entering the food court with Louis, Liam, Harry, Giselle, Vanessa and... him.

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