Rekindle ♢Muffy♢ (✓)

10

Buffy's P.O.V.*

The second the elevator opened up again on the lobby floor, I practically bolted out of the fancy office building. I couldn't believe that Marty would do something that stupid. I mean he had such a perfect life and he was risking it but trying to kiss me. 

I mean he might have just meant it as I joke and I just accidentally took him seriously. Or he might have really liked me. But I highly doubt it. I mean look at me. Compared to his girlfriend Angie I'm a complete downgrade. 

The second I found myself on the street, I stopped moving. What was I supposed to do now? I had been expecting the meeting to run longer, but It was cut short by Marty's flirting. I had nothing planned. 

I pulled out my phone checking the time. It was only 2:30. I stuffed my phone back into my pocket. I guess I'll go shopping maybe I could spend the little money I had left from robbing Damien. I began to slowly make my way down the street looking at the stores around me. No stores seemed to interest me, so I continued to walk until I found myself in front of a Chanel store. 

It was honestly extremely classy. Far too classy for me. But I didn't have to be classy to check it out. So I walked over to the door, watching it open automatically. As I stepped inside I was hit by a wall of cold air, from the air conditioner. I immediately began looking around the displays around me everything was in classy, black, and white clear boxes. The store was filled with mirrors and lots of glossy looking lights. 

As I observed the displays, I stopped in front of one that really caught my eye. It was a navy quilted flap bag with a half gold/half leather strap. Smack in the center of the purse was the Chanel sign in gold. It was honestly beautiful, and I really wanted it.

I knew I couldn't afford something that beautiful but I checked the price. Because you never know. It might just be affordable. Who was I kidding? It was far too expensive. As I looked at the price tag I visibly could her my jaw drop that dumb purse cost 5,300$. That was like 5 months of rent for me! 

Who in their right mind would spend that much on a purse? I mean yeah it was gorgeous but hello it cost far too much. I sighed about to walk away until I heard someone beginning to speak to me from behind me.

"Hah, don't even bother looking at that purse, you're too broke to even dream of owning it!" Angie said smilign as she flipped her short blonde hair.

What the actual fuck. Why was this girl being so rude? I thought that she was sweet. But I guess she lied. Well, that's just great. I hate two-faced girls like Angie. I turned around angrily, my eyes staring daggers.

"It's none of your business." I retorted rudely.

"Oh but it is." She said smiling. "You see, I was watching the security feed on my phone, and it seemed like you were coming onto my boyfriend." She said smirking as she held up her phone which showed, Marty, grabbing a cup of water from the kitchen.

"First of all you clearly have trust issues, and second of all your boyfriend told me to kiss him," I said angrily glaring at him. "And I was the one that declined. So maybe you should talk to your boyfriend instead of me." 

I finished with that walking away annoyedly. Rich girls were so petty. As I stepped out fo the door, of the store, I felt someone tanking my ponytail backward. What the actual fuck. Was she trying to get herself hurt because I won't hesitate? I immediately spun around on my heel landing a slap smack on her cheek, immediately making her let go of my ponytail. 

And without a second glance, I stepped out onto the street. I quickly slipped into the crowd of depressed-looking new yorker city workers, on their way in the other direction. Angie didn't even run after me. What a coward, attacking someone from behind was just sad. But what was sadder was that she felt like she had to spy on her boyfriend. 

She needed to learn to trust.