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popularity strike

Jake and I decide to meet at the coffee shop inside the mall, it's nothing fancy but it's quiet; plus, I told him I come up with better ideas in public, which wasn't totally a lie.

"Well," he says while sitting down and handing me my cup of coffee. "there's the first."

"Huh?"

"There's a guy over there, wearing women's Uggs." He points behind me, at the line but I decide not to look. Instead, I sip my cup and shrug, "So?"

"So, it's just weird to see." He responds. I'm not sure if this day is just as a whole uninteresting or if I'm just that tired but all of his attempts to make conversation other than our project are failing completely.

"Never mind it; we have to figure out this short story thing." I say.

"Right, so, what will it be about?"

"..."

"..."

"No clue." I say.

"Really? It doesn't seem like you to not be able to fabricate ideas." At this, I was on the verge of being completely done with this. I get up from the table we were at and exited the shop in a huff. Sadly, this was one of my least dramatic exits, but just as unneeded. I mean, I could have just flipped him off and moved on, but of course I needed to leave the goddamn area. I see him walk after me, obviously not too interested in catching up; instead I walk into the school supply store in front of me that had a name too dumb to repeat. Jake follows, I speed walk to the notebook section for my version of safety, but he's there too just moments later.

"Hey, you're a lot more melodramatic than I remembered." He chuckled. What an asshole.

"Yeah, well, I'm a lot more things than you remember." I retort.

He smirked and said, "'Cuter' is one of them." NO. FUCK OFF! Is what I wanted to say, but I instead looked at him with confusion and murderous rage. He catches on to it and looks down at the notebooks to change the subject.

"I actually need one of these." He says while picking up a book.

"For what?"

"Well not for writing that's for sure."

I sigh at his sarcasm, "In hindsight I need one of these too."

"You didn't use 'hindsight' correctly."

"Ugh, whatever," I pick up a composition book. "I'll pay for yours if you want."

"What? Oh, no, I wasn't actually-uh," he continues to stutter, and I laugh.

"I know, you just did it to distract me."

"Yeah..."

"And, about the 'cute' thing, you know I'm still with Darren." I say solemnly, I didn't want to be with him. 'Break up with Darren' was one of the things on my to-do list.
"I can't believe you're still with him." He says while we walk toward the register, (hey, neither can I...) but I defend Darren in some way by asking, "Why?"
"I mean, he's so uncool...you know in the non-conventional way." I wasn't too sure what he meant by that, I hand the money to the cashier, turn around and retort back to Jake anyway.
"Well how about this: you're just as arrogant." I say, I saw the register girl raise an eyebrow as she handed me the bag.
"So are you." Jake tells me.
I know, I'm working on it.
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