The Wattpad chick

~Chapter fifteen~

"It's not the goodbye that hurts, but the flashbacks that follow"

-Nitya Prakash

The little pixie-faced boy glances up at the ceiling of the great building, his impish eyes glinting with awe. The ceiling was made out of clear glass which was illuminated by the crystal lights it suspended. Directly below the sparkling lights were various booths surrounded by numerous food stalls that allowed the air to be filled by savoury odours. A set of spiral staircases led up to the last floor of the mall.

The little boy had never been to a mall before so his excitement when he finally visited one only seconded Alice's thrill when she tumbled into Wonderland. Now if only he ran into someone who matched the likes of The Red Queen!

"Do you want something to eat, hon?" Lara, his babysitter asks him.

The boy looks up into her light brown eyes and blushes a deep red. He had always wished he was a few years older so he could ask her out but unfortunately for him, he was seven and she was sixteen so there was no way she would ever go out with him. Plus with her strawberry blonde hair, pretty eyes and beige skin, she was wayy out of his league.

"I want a burger and some fries." He tells her, watching as she fiddles with her cat eyed glasses and flashes him a smile.

"Catch a seat for us. I'll be right back." She instructs him before walking off in the direction of the food stalls.

The little boy wanders towards the booths, scanning for an empty seat. He slumps his shoulders in dismay when he finds none and is about to turn around when he spots one with a little girl about his age perched on it.

The little girl has dark curls that fall just a little below her shoulders and muddy brown eyes matching ones of a doe's. Her off-white dress and her mouth both are splattered with chocolate as she relishes her waffles.

The little boy smirks to himself and walks right up to her.

He stands there, his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on her but she doesn't move an inch.

To get her attention, he clears his throat loudly. He had seen adults do this a lot on television and it always worked. To his horror, she still doesn't budge a sliver.

Annoyed by her obliviousness, he taps the table hard. This seems to work as she looks up from her plate, her eyes zeroing in on him.

"Get up fat arse!" He all but sneers at her.

The little girl stares at him, her brown eyes wide, surprised by the sudden outburst.

"Why should I?" She bites back, staring up at him icily.

"Because everywhere else is full and I wanna sit here." He says, quietly.

"I was here first imp," she replies, scowling at him, "go away!"

The little boy leans closer to the little girl, his eyes narrowed.

"You don't know who I am, do you peasant?"

"Well, from what I can tell you're very untitled." She scoffs, a small smirk on her face, seemingly because she felt proud about knowing a big word.