Bad Company

Chapter 42: The Night Before Christmas

"That stupid bit-"

"Burger ready!" A petite older woman exclaimed, cutting my sentence short.

I sighed and put on a fake smile as I looked at her while taking my food from her, "Thank you."

As I gathered up my food and reluctantly shoved the food in my purse, I kept an eye on Christy and Heco watching as he winked at her before leaving the food court. He didn't notice me, which I don't really care if he would have. Christy looked around and I ducked between two full tables, pretending to pick up napkins on the floor. The people sitting at the tables stared down at me like I was a weirdo and I chuckled at them awkwardly.

Once Christy was on the move, I jumped back up, picked up my shopping bags, adjusted my purse over my shoulder and made my way across the food court, tailing Christy across the mall. Between all of the commotion going on from people dressed as Elves shaking bells to get people to donate money to charity, people rushing through crowded stores to get their Christmas shopping done, a stage crew struggling to get some sort of stage set up in the middle of the mall with gang of impatient mom's with their young girls dressed up like they're pageant queens - ahh, some sort of weird ass Christmas kid pageant... - I managed to follow Christy all the way to the bathrooms on the third floor of the mall.

She pushed her way through the crowded bathroom and entered the first empty stall she could find. I glanced around, seeing a soccer mom arguing with her 4 maybe 5 year old daughter to put on her fake eyelashes for the pageant. I cocked an eyebrow up and shook my head, not my business... glad it's not my business. God, If I have a daughter, I hope she isn't into that type of shit. I don't even like putting fake eyelashes on myself, I can't imagine forcing a small child to wear them.

Not caring that we were in a crowded bathroom, I turned to my side and body checked the door to the stall Christy was in, sending it flying open and nearly smoking her in the face. She jumped back wide eyed and gasped in shock. I let my purse and shopping bags fall to our feet as I glared at her.

"Amber! What the fuck?!" Christy exclaimed.

She wasn't on the toilet and was still dressed, just standing there, making me know for sure that she was trying to do drugs in here. Classy girl.

"Got something to tell me?" I asked, panting from being out of breathe due to my adrenaline being so high and maybe the fact that I felt like I was carrying a pound of bricks on my stomach.

"What?" Christy asked arching a brow, "No, weirdo can you wait for me outside of the stall?"

"What the fuck are you doing with Heco?!" I asked, my temper starting to rise. "You doing heroin now?"

"Excuse the fuck out of me?" Christy became defensive. "What are you even talking about you dumb bitch. Why would I even talk to Heco?"

I knew she was lying, which was making me more pissed off. I've sat back way too long and allowed her drug problem to walk all over her and everyone around her. Hell, I got the fuck kicked out of me by two guys due to her drug problem. Enough is enough.

"Oh yeah? Then what's this?" I asked, shoving my hand into the pocket of her jacket that I watched Heco slip drugs inside of.

Christy instantly wrapped both of her hands around my wrist, holding it in place firmly so that I couldn't pull my arm back and pull out whatever was in her pocket that my hand was now wrapped around. We both gritted our teeth and fought against one another. The pageant mom and her screaming kid stopped what they were doing to stare into our stall and watch us with confused looks on their faces.

Finally, I broke free from Christy's grip and yanked my arm up, holding the bag in my hand up above my head, "AHA! I knew it. I fucking knew it!"

"Woah, Didn't expect to see you two in here, especially not both in the same stall with the door open." I heard Megan say from behind us, "I take it you're both done your Christmas shopping."