The ME Diary

Page 7

Finally it is my day off. Well, it's not that long ago actually. At least at a day like this I'm happy I'm allowed to watch my alarm and think "You ain't gonna bother me mate". Of course compared to the days he IS allowed to mine fall into nothingness.

I pull up my actually too big sweat pants as I'm pretty much sprawled on the couch surrounded by dogs.

Yes, I realize what a cliché, sweat pants on your free day but why not? It's so comfortable! And I live for comfort when I can. And food, don't forget food.

Maybe I should be working out or something to combine with my 'diet' to loos my 2 kilo but I don't want to. I look at the clock. 12;15. A is at work.

I sigh. After a lot of contemplating what to do with my day I decided to change and actually just go outside. With still my short sweats and a shirt on I grabbed a thick fest and my keys.

"You behave will ya? I'll be right back." I say patting every single one of my dogs on their heads.

They follow me till the door and watch me go. Their like little guardians. Escaping the chicken I walk down the always busy streets with all kinds of shops. Luckily nobody cares how I'm dressed here.

Short sweats, wide blue shirt, thick fest, people don't care here in Amsterdam. We have a thing we say about it. 'As long as I don't have to wear it you go ahead.' kinda meaning nobody cares.

I spot my usual book store.

Yes, I actually read books. I love books, I'm that kind of nerd. Loves books, food, games. Oew you can wake for some FarCry4 or TTT anytime! Though some GTA or even Minecraft ain't bad either. With friends that is then. Minecraft is the perfect place to mess around with friends and laugh a lot.

I walk in and immediately manoeuvre my way to the teen fiction. Man, best section ever. I peel out a book that seems awesome and read in a little.

Suddenly I hear a ruckus at the door around the corner of the book shelf. I peek around the corner and spot a guy looking all fancy and rich. He had short dirty blond hair and must have been at least a 6 feet.

He looked hella rich and while he did so he made his way over towards me.

Well this could only turn out bad couldn't it? I mean, you mix a sexy snobby rich guy with, well, me. The outcome can be nothing but bad.

With the open book still in my hands I text-ed A.

'So while your being bored twinsie I spot a handsome rich dude. My future is secured Xp. Ready to go on vacation of his money? Hehe.'

I send it actually not knowing why. I knew she wouldn't see it till later today but who cares. I just like to stalk her with sarcastic texts.

Suddenly I feel a stare priming in my side. Annoyed I turn my head sharp only to be met by two clear blue eyes and a smirk. I frown at the rich guy now leaning against a shelf pretty close to me. He snickers and covers his mouth with his hand.

"What?" I ask kind of insulted.

This guy laughed at me for no reason. He didn't knew me for as far as I know, and I certainly didn't knew him. The whole 'he is hot and rich so he might be boyfriend material' was immediately gone. Now he was on a 'never mind I hate this piece of shit who wipes his ass with a hundred dollar bill' list.

"Nothing really. I went in this pathetic shop to see what buys here but I had never expected to see this." He smirks his arms folded before his chest. He had an American accent.

I rolled my eyes And ignored him. Dumbshit. I text A again.

'Never mind! Weight of the most fat person in money couldn't even cover his idiocy. Not our type.... Apart from the muscles and the sexy blondness but like I said, RETARD ALERT!'

I started to feel uncomfortable though. He was still there looking me up and down like he found a new race. Suddenly he started talking again.

"Say, I made up my mind. Your mine."

I choke in my own saliva and start coughing loudly blushing madly. With big eyes I look at him still trying not to die right here and now.

You have to admit, dying in a bookstore sounds good in a curtained way but would you like to show up in the paper as "The girl that choked in the bookstore." and then not even from a good part in a book. No, a weirdo. And on top of that how will A think of me if she finds out I wore THIS!

I sighed relieved that I managed to swallow it all and prevent from being found dead here I look at the guy again.

"My. Ass."

He ignores what I said. "I will change you so much you won't look like ..... that anymore. Though I like your body now a lot."

WHO IS THIS GUY?!

I closed the book and slapped the back of his head with it. 'Sorry Rowling's, you deserve better.'

Damn, A's habits are rubbing off on me! Well, he earned it.

He rubbed the back of his head and looked surprised and insulted in one.

"Like I said friend, My ass!"

I put the book back on it's place and turn around abruptly. He just chuckles again. Is this some kind of game for the bored spoiled rich kid? Halfway out the shop I decide to snap something back.

"What's your name?" I ask him now turning literal every head in the store if they didn't already watch it all from the beginning.

He stand up straight and walks up to just a breath away from me.

He smelled nice I have to admit. Though I hate to do so. Warm and sweet. ARGH I DON'T WANT TO THINK THIS! A! SLAP ME!

With another smile he answers. "Alexander Hadley. But just call me Xander. We will be close from now on so that will be one of your privileges."

"Ow nice," I say using one of my face smiles mostly used for customers in BOZZ. "Now I know who to avoid." I said grabbing the edge of his ear so hard he cringes.

With a pained face he turns away from me still under my grip on his ear. When he is away from me I let go and smile again.

"By the way, you could use some work outs too." I leave the book store.

Okay that wasn't a good comeback at all. The guy was perfectly muscled for as far I could see and more muscled would make him explode.

I shake my head. Some weirdo's there are on earth. My mind had been right, snobby rich guy + me. Baaaad combo.

~Thursday 21 November 2014~