girl next door › camren

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"Come on, you're not going to a fashion week." my mom said impatiently through the door of my room.

"I can't go out looking a homeless person in my new neighborhood!" I shouted.

Apparently, my mom decided to go out this Sunday, know better where we are living, meet the places, something not so fun like this.

First, we went to the supermarket. We're just a few minutes from home, but she decided to drive anyway. I should know she was just using me to help her. I noticed when she pulled the piece of paper from her pocket.

"Don't look at me like that." she noticed my not so happy face staring at her. "It's gonna be fun."

"You're aware that I don't fit in the shopping cart anymore, right?"

"Of course, but you can push." she said with a large smile. "First... cleaners."

I groaned, picking one of the shopping cart and following her. I would rate to be locked in my room, even with the heat of Miami, than be walking there.

She doesn't even allow me to stay in my room for too long, like yesterday, when I was ready to die, she practically kicked me out. From my own room!

After almost twenty minutes walking around the supermarket with the full cart, she finished her list. I made her buy cookies and all the things she doesn't want me to eat just to annoy her. She didn't say anything though. Luckily, the checkout line was not very long, only three people in front of us.

My mother was in front, and I was behind her with the cart. I rested my head on my arms while holding the cart. It was an uncomfortable position since I was taller, but there wasn't anyone behind me.

The line didn't move for five minutes. Apparently, the woman in the checkout was a friend of the first that was in line, and they just talk from what I could hear.

I groaned again, a bit loud in frustration but looked up immediately when I felt someone hitting me from behind, with their hip.

"Oops, sorry." the girl said. That girl. She smiles playfully while I felt my cheeks burning, but it was anger.

"What's wrong with you?!" I hissed.

"What? You shouldn't be in that position. What if I were a perverted?" she said raising an eyebrow.

"I'm pretty sure you are one!"

"And you seemed to like." she ignored me, again with the smirk on her lips.

"Oh God, you're a sick person!" I said turning my back to her, but standing straight this time. I could hear her laugh behind my back.

"What's wrong?" my mom asked looking at me worried, noticing my face still red.

"Nothing." I said dryly. She took a look at the girl behind me but turned away again.

I started hitting my hands impatiently in the cart. I could feel her eyes staring at me from behind and was making me increasingly uncomfortable.

"You have a nice ass by the way." the girl whispered in my ear and sending shivers through my spine. What the hell?!!

"Mija, come here." my mom called and pushing the cart, my hand was firmly holding it.

I followed and walked through her to stay in front instead, while the guy beside me put the purchases in bags and placed in another empty cart.

The girl placed two bottles of vodka on the counter and then looking for her wallet. No way she was old enough to buy these! She looked like eighteen. And she was taller than me, but didn't have a face of twenty-one.