My Bully

Movies and Shopping Bags

I rise an eyebrow as I stare at the boy across from me. Devon stands there like an idiot, mouth slightly open, eyes wide, and eyebrows scrunched together. Confusion. Confusion is what is happening. He awkwardly puts his thumbs in his jeans belt loops. I roll my eyes and ask again, "Why does it bother you so much when others pick on me?" My foot starts tapping on the ground. Anxiety. Anxiety is what I'm feeling. And embarrassment. I didn't think, I just went for it. So, if he walks away or something like that without answering my question, I wouldn't be surprised.

"W-well..." Did I hear a stutter? "Um.." He rubs the back of his neck. A nervous habit. Hm. Interesting. Never have I seen Devon be nervous before. "Because," he lightly pushes my shoulder, a smirk forming on his face. Ah, there's the cocky Devon I'm used to. "I don't want anyone but me to mess with you." My turn to stand awkwardly. He brings two fingers to his forehead in a salute and walks off. Okay, that was...different. Um, how am I supposed to respond? Am I even supposed to? Ughhhhh, I don't now what to dooo! I cover my head with both arms and drop to the ground to hide the heat creeping into my cheeks.

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Okay, what day is it? Saturday? I roll over in my bed and lazily look at my clock. Mm, 9:12. Wait, what? I instantly sit up.  I grab my phone very quickly only to realize that it is Saturday. Ah, a weekend. Finally. I flop back into bed. Not soon after, the freaking doorbell rings. And rings. And rings. I groan very loudly. "I'm coming! Jeez!" I flip back the covers and walk towards the door, rubbing my eyes. I open the door to see-

"Devon? What are you," yawn, "doing here?"

"I came to hang out. I was thinking a movie and lunch? Maybe some shopping?"

"You had me at lunch. Come on inside." I close the door behind him. "Just give me a few minutes to get ready."

"I think you look fine." He shrugs, sitting down at the dining table.

"What do you mean? I'm in my pajamas," I chuckle. Then, my eyes go wide. "I'm in my pajamas!" I run upstairs and shut my bedroom door. My mom already went to work, so Devon's fine to be inside. But he shouldn't see me in my pjs. I'm wearing a grey tank top with pastel yellow shorts. The sleeve of my tank top is hanging off my shoulder and my shorts are a bit too high. My hair's a mess and I don't have any makeup. I hear soft laughter from outside of my door.

"What's wrong with what your wearing?" Devon's voice is muffled.

"Everything! Just, go get something from the fridge to eat. Or something. I'll be out in a few."

"Okay, Princess."

.....

What?! Was I called princess? Mkay, that's new. I put on black shorts and a black top that could be a crop top, if you reach up. I tie a red plaid flannel shirt around my shirt. I grab a pair of combat boots and my necklace that my sister got me for my 16th birthday, back when my family was...happy. It has a Yin and Yang pendant, both with mandala designs in the opposite color on a thin silver chain, like a choker. I apply a thin layer of mascara and a dark pink lipgloss. I brush my dark brown, slightly wavy hair and add a little bit of light red eyeshadow. It matches and make my very boring brown eyes kind of stand out.

I walk into the kitchen. Devon is sitting there, one leg crossed, phone in hand, waiting. He's wearing faded blue jeans, a black shirt with who knows what it says, and a hoodie. (Outfit in the pic above). Kind of hot, though.

"Hey, ready to go?" I ask.

"Sure." We walk out and I look around.

"What are we riding in?" Devon chuckles.

"The car in front of you, genius." He gestures towards a beautiful dark blue Porsche. Wow, he does have money. And boy, is it beautiful! Ah! I wanna marry that. The interior is tan and it has a touch screen. And other stuff, but I'm too lazy to point them all out. Devon drives us to the nearest mall. We get tickets to...

"A horror movie? Oh, please, Devon, no! I hate horrors!" I fold my hands together and beg. Beg like a little baby.

"You can pick the next one. And besides, if you're scared, I'm there."

"There'll be a next time?"

"W-well, if you wanna..." Hm, cute. Wait, no! Bad Haylee! He's a player! He'll just break your heart! Stop while you're at it. "Anyway! We're going!" I stomp my foot and whine. Like a child.

"Devon! Please? I hate horror movies!" I stick out my lower lip and widen my eyes. The puppy eyes. No one can resist them.

"Mmm, fine!" He give in, throwing up his hands. Told you. We pick out an adventure/action movie. Okay, so it's Marvel. Sue me. I get a large bucket of popcorn.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want popcorn?" I ask Devon.

"Can't I share?"

"Pftt. You wish." We get our snacks and watch the movie. I'll skip the boring details. Afterwards, I rush to Forever 21. Devon just follows behind me like a dog. I grab a bunch of outfits and head to the fitting rooms.

"I'll do a fashion show for you, yeah?" Devon rolls his eyes, but I see the corner of his mouth tug upward. Every outfit I show off and Devon claps, laughs, or fails at hiding a blush. I get a couple of them and Devon pays, much to my refusal. "Alright! American Eagle, here we come!"

"That's a store for dudes. Why are we going there?"

"Ugh! Do I have to spell everything out for you?" He stares at me dumbstruck. Wow. What an idiot. "We're going to go shopping for you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. Come on!" I drag him to American Eagle. I make him do the same thing I did: fashion show. I laugh, clap, and occasionally attempt to hide a blush. They all made him look really hot, to be honest. "I say get them all, but it's up to you."

"Hm, I like them all. But I like these three-" he holds up the three he chose, "the best."

"Sounds good! Now, gimme." He hands the over. "Thank you. Now, I'm buying."

"What? No! Come back! You shouldn't pay for my clothes!"

"And you shouldn't pay for mine! Payback!" I pay for the clothes and the cashier puts them in the bag. I hand it over to Devon. "There you go. Done! Now, you promised me lunch. Let's go." I grab his hand and walk to Chick-fil-a.

"One spicy chicken sandwich with a Dr. Pepper and Chick-fil-a sauce. Devon?"

"Same."

"That'll be $9.37. Thank you." We wait in comfortable silence. Then we eat in comfortable silence. And drive back in kind of awkward silence.

"Hey, thanks for today. It was fun!" I say before I go back into my house.

"Yeah, it was. I'll see you Monday?"

"Of course." I wave goodbye.

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Monday
Devon hangs around me more often than before. His friends shoot him nasty looks form the halls. Except Joshua. Kaden gives him the most glaring stare. The boys surrounding around him give a lesser glaring stare, but still effective.

"Hey, why don't you hang out with your other friends?"

"Oh. Them? They were annoying anyway. Always talking about the type of girls they want and how they got this many streaks and blah, blah, blah."

I feel like this is my fault. Is it? That Devon doesn't hang out with them anymore? Why am I suddenly more important? Why do I matter more? I don't understand his thought process. Boys, am I right?

Haylee's right. Boys are weird. I'm very sorry this chapter was more boring. And longer. I'm trying here. This is the furthest I've gotten on a story so, thank you for support! I'll see you next time! Love and foxes!

~ FV4