Drama Queen

Chapter 3

Dedicated to boymagnet1

Milana's POV

After convincing myself that I was in fact a great driver and those two were just being stupid,  Misty and I sang along to one of Eminem's raps.

Not sang per say more like mumbled a bit of incoherent nonsense, 'cause  we had no idea what he was saying, but then again who really does?

Jase, being Jase began grumbling and telling us to shut our pie holes, and started grumbling even more when we sang louder instead of obeying him.

We got to the mall in about 30 minutes, and for a such small town they sure had a large mall, it was considerably larger than the one we hung out in, in NYC.

"Misty, your hand, " I grabbed her hand as we walked into the mall not wanting to lose her in such a large place.

The mall was surprisingly packed for a Sunday, but I guess that's how things work here in the town of West Bridge.

"Jaseeeee, " I whined.

"Stop whining, my ear drums are still trying to recover "

"Hold my hand"

"And why would I do that? "He raised an eyebrow.

"Cause you love me? "

"No"

"What if I get lost? "

"You won't"

"I totally will Jase, and remember that I'm the one with mom's credit card so if I get lost you won't be able to buy anything"

He grumbled  lowly and grabbed my free hand that I was wiggling at him.

Yay, it was so fun to annoy him.

We made our way pass the entrance and entered the first store in sight which sold kid stuff.

"Pick whatever you want Misty," I let her go and she literally bounced off to go choose things.

My phone rang in my pocket and I answered it, seeing it was my mom.

"Hey mom"

"Hey hon, I'm really sorry I couldn't make it today "

"It's all good mom, Jase told me why"

"But-"

"I'm serious Mom, don't apologize, your credit card is already doing that, and I'm sorry in advance "

I heard her laugh over the phone.

"You're in the mall right? "

"Yeah,why"

"Well, I need you to do something important for me"

"Which is?"

"Well you know how I always keep condoms in my bag to give grown ups who leave the hospital cause I hate aborting babies?"

"Well yeah ,what about it?"

"I just checked my purse right now and I'm all out"

I hope this conversation wasn't heading where I thought it was.

"So," she continued "what I'm trying to say is that I need you to buy some for me, I'll come pick it up at home after this shift "

I sigh, "fine, how many?" I ask,  knowing that arguing would be futile.

"As much as you can carry, maybe like a bag or two"

"But mom what if the cashier is a really hot dude and then he thinks I'm a whore or something "