My phone vibrates, and I snap out of it. I do a little jumping dance to get it free of my pocket. That's the one problem with skinny jeans. I hear a forced laugh behind me, and immediately whip around. It's him. But he's not laughing at me. He didn't even see my dance. Thankfully. He's laughing at a girl. She's draped herself all over the counter and is stroking her bleached hair with her fake claws. Wearing booty shorts, flip flops, and a skin tight shirt, she is boy crazy. I can tell. She's standing in a way that shows way to much down her shirt. Ummm ewww. He isn't looking there though. In fact, he's looking everywhere except at her. That's good. He is trying to find something to do so he doesn't have to talk to her. I decide to help. I walk up to the counter, swinging my hips. Well, trying to at least. She looks me up and down, smacks her gum, and laughs. I ignore the girl, and ask him if they have any black and green shoes. He winks at me, mouths thank you, and says he will go check. Disgusted, the girl backs off, and leaves the store.
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FOURTH UPDATE TODAY WOOT WOOT MORE COMING SOON
ANYWAYS, QUESTION OF THE UPDATE- who do you think the girl is to him? like how does she know him?
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