Hello, Chicago. (ON HOLD- RECONSTRUCTION)

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

"Why are you smiling?" I asked, he stood there patiently, not answering my question. I huffed and attempted to go around him but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Listen, I don't want pot. I am not interested in you, and I'm sorry about your parents books. Okay?" As I mentioned his parents I noticed that Christian flinched slightly, but returned to his original creepy smile.

"Wanna ditch?" He asked suddenly.

"With you? Who I barely know? No thanks."

"Fine, have fun in Biology then." He started walking off and as I stared at his back I suddenly began to regret my decision. I didn't want to deal with another million hours of lecture and people asking stupid questions.

"Hey, wait up!" I jogged over to Christian and glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. "Where are we going?" He looked at me in surprise as his lips curved into a mischievous smile that meant nothing short of trouble.

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"So we ditched school to go here?" I looked around the store curiously, taking in the large sign on the wall that said some stupid pun about a cat and Leonardo Dicaprio.

"Yup," Christian said with a grin. "Welcome to my home."

"You live in a record shop?"

"No, but this is where I spend most of my time."

"What about Jay's?" I said, refering to the 'Jay's Records' that I had entered earlier in the week, also where I got yelled at by the very person standing in front of me.

"My Dad used to run that store, his name was Jay which is why it's called Jay Records. My parents passed away and now my Grandma runs it." Christian explained, browsing through the sale section of records.

I nodded in understanding, not wanting to drag on the topic. I have had a little too much death in my life recently, listening to others problems with it wasn't exactly ideal.

I wandered off to the other side of the store, looking through some mix-tapes and records that looked like they hadn't been touched in ages. The store had some quality stuff, and for cheap. I picked up two records, a mix-tape of some of my favorite songs and headed to the counter to pay.

A middle aged man with a kind looking smile, black framed glasses and a sleeve of tattoos on both arms greeted me at the counter.

"You a friend of Christians?" He asked, scanning the merchandise.

"Umm.. sort of. I guess you could call it that." I laughed awkwardly, glancing back at Christian who was talking to some girl who I assumed worked there.

"I see." Was all the man said, but I could tell by the way he looked back and forth between us that he had something else to say.

"What?" I asked, as he handed me back my change.

"Be careful of that one. He's a good kid, but he's got a lot of baggage. Not worth the trouble if you ask me." The man shook his head and waved me off as I shuffled over to Christian.

"Hey," I said, poking his shoulder. They both turned and looked at me uncomfortably, as if I was interrupting. "I'm leaving."

"Oh." Was all Christian said, he gave me a strange look that I couldn't read and continued talking with the girl.

I sneered, somehow annoyed by his response and walked out.

Luckily, the store was only a few blocks from my school which meant it was close to my house. I pulled out my phone and turned on my maps so I wouldn't get lost and pulled my beats out of my backpack, placing it over my ears.

I couldn't help but think how Christian shrugged me off. I mean, he was the one that asked me to ditch and go with him.

He must bring every girl he meets there, show off his good music taste, maybe light up some spliff and have his way.

Guys were always the same, if I learned anything over the years.

"Hey, wait will you!" I faintly heard the sound of Christians voice over my music, and pulled off my headphones. I turned around just as he managed to catch up with me.

"Dear god, you walk fast." He panted, catching his breath.

"Well I have places to go." I replied with a glare.

"What's up with that glare you are giving me?"

"What glare?"

"That face." He pointed at me and glared right back.

"I'm not making any face this is just how I look." To be honest, it was true. I was born with the admirable feature of a permanent bitch face.

"No, you're glaring at me. Why are you pissed?"

"Look, I don't even know you and you don't know me. Why do you care?"

"I don't, I just was curious as to why you are pissed at me."

"Oh my god.." I sighed, placing my beats back over my ears and walking away.

"Are you jealous? Do you like me already?" I heard him ask, walking beside me. I shoved him to the side slightly as a small smile crept on my face.

Suddenly, I felt very happy. For the first time in a long time.