Oh. My. God. There he was. Standing there like nothing was wrong. I dived behind the nearest rack of clothes and surveyed my options.
A) run for your life
B) slowly and secretly creep out of the store and hide in a very girly store
C) hit him with a launched missile (coat hanger)
D) hide until he leaves
I think I'll go with slowly and secretly creep out of the store. I stayed low, and tiptoed slowly to the exit. My immediate thought was
Tiptoe-in in my Jordan's
I done came down
Tiptoe-in in my Jordan's
I just copped a Porsche
Tiptoe-in in my Jordan's
Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaal mature. Real mature. My shoe made a loud scuff noise on the tile floor, and his head whipped around. He scanned the area, looking for anything unusual, but didn't spot me, so went back to his shopping. Too close, December. Too close. I resumed my quiet "tiptoe-in" towards the exit. 4 more racks to go. 48 more shirts to pass. Oo! That's a cute one! I would pair it with khaki pants because that shade of hot pink with any other bright color would be trag- December, stay focused. Think about the matter at hand. Escaping without being noticed. Almost there, almost. 1 more rack to go. I can almost touch the doo-
"December? December, where are you? Oh there you are!"
Damn. Cover. Blown. Why didn't I tell Rose where I was going? I should have known she would have come looking for me. I watched as if in slow motion as his head turned to face me in my crouched position. I....look like a complete and utter idiot. I saw his face stretch into an amused smirk and his eyes narrowed as he realized what I had intended to do. He should not be able to look at me like that. Or even look at me in general. He was the one who cheated on me. Not the other way around. He was an arrogant jerk, an R.O.U.S. (Rodent Of Unusual Size), a player, and a heart breaker. Whereas I am an innocent girl who just wants a good man.
Whoa. That is going too poetic.
But he still was all of those things. And more. And while he might have gorgeous blue eyes, beautiful sandy blonde hair, and perfectly white teeth, well, even the devil isn't ugly. The devil possesses people. The devil possesses him.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the one and only December Killington."
I gave him a very well deserved death glare, the turned and faced Rose, who had completely ruined everything, and although she didn't know, I can't forget her. She had a look of recognition, that quickly turned into shock and realization when she, well, realized what she had done.
"You had to tell me something?" I asked nonchalantly, completely ignoring him.
Rose said nothing, just stared at me and him, her eyes flicking back and forth. I could just imaging the look of shock when he realized the he was being ignored, that he was not the center of my attention. Serves him right. He is sooo not Mr. Miracle anymore.
"Yah....... I was going to ask if......you wanted to leave because I had finished shopping." Rose replied, tripping over her words in an attempt it save the day.
"That sounds like a great idea. Let's just find Julianne and then we can leave." Rose and I stalked away from him, and in my peripheral vision I could see him standing in the same spot, speechless. Me: 1 Him: 2 hundred gajillion.
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