book life [c.h.].

Chapter 8

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"Which one?" I asked, grabbing two simple colored bras from a rack and modeling them for Luke to pick.

Luke and I decided to go shopping over the weekends, since both of us had no interest of going back to see our families. Which made us feel guilty, so the mall was the best way to get things off our heads for a day. Even though Luke doesn’t enjoy shopping with girls – probably because of this, shopping for bras at Victoria Secret – he decided to go because he had no plans.

Usually, the mall is where I hope to find fabulous clothing for cheap prices. But that never happens because I end up fangirling over shirts and shorts and drop dead when I see the price tag. But all of my bras were too small for me to fit and I’ve only purchased them six months ago - the struggle of growing up.

Luke had sat on a bean bag that had been placed in the shop, surrounded by bags of clothing I bought from Abercrombie & Fitch, GAP, and a bunch more of shops. He stroked his chin, narrowing his eyes as he examined the two bras I held up. “What about,” he stood up and took another two sexy looking, blacked laced, thin strapped, and flower styled bras, “these?”

I rolled my eyes, giggling a little at his choice of bras. “I need something comfortable, Luke.” I took them away from him as he pouted. I looked at the price tag, 84 bucks. That was three times the amount I was getting paid for working at the library every week.

I put the intimidating, black, laced bras back on a random rack. “Plus, they cost a lot.”

“Oh really?” Luke whined, pulling out his wallet. “I’ll pay for you.”

“Still no,” I smirked as I kept looking for other suitable ones, “Even if I did, when would I use it?”

Luke put on his “thinking” face; the one where he acts like he doesn’t know anything at all. “Oh, I don’t know, at parties maybe? And when you’re possibly horny and you’re into-“

I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m sorry, when do I get invited to parties again?” Just the thought of me getting an invitation to some kind of social event made me feel hollow again. I have never been invited to a party in my whole life. Well, if you add school conferences, then yes. Luke didn’t even bother pulling me with him to one of his friends dinner parties.

Luke shrugged, adjusting his black beanie and sitting down again, looking bored from the start.

I rummaged through the racks, unhappy of what there was. Everything was either too small or too big or the style wasn’t comfortable. Walking around the store, I asked a young lady where I could find sporty bras. She gladly showed me around the store as I trailed behind her, hitting others by the shoulder and getting hit in the face with bras flying around the room. (idek)

Suddenly, a familiar person spotted my eyes. The guy had brown, fluffy hair, a big nose, and huge dark brown eyes. He had on a Fall Out Boy T-shirt and black skinny jeans with black converse. Black, always, like Luke. He kind of reminded me of Luke too.

Then, my stomach fluttered again and I started to heat up as I noticed who he was when out of the crowd of girls. Calum Hood. The one that made me die inside because of his smile. God, I wanted to kill him for doing that to me, but at the same time, I wanted him. Now that Luke mentioned to get those two sexy looking bras, I was considering getting one for Calum if we ever have something going on anyway. But that was impossible in my own mind to imagine.