The Bad Boy And The Prankster

➳Chapter 7➳

Recap:

I'm not little." Okay, maybe he was tall. Much taller then me like a freaking tower or something but, I wasn't that short maybe 5'6 or something. It's not me, it's my friends half of them are freaking giants!

The lights turned green and Dylan sped off towards the mall.

Bella's POV

We finally arrived at the mall after our wierd conversations which consisted of 'I like kiwifruits and pineappleas. Do you?' Well, you can guess who asked that question. Then, it sort of led to a playful fight about what fruit was better. It's defeintatly kiwi and pineapple. Shh!

Dylan opened the door and I stepped out thanking him. He simply smiled and grabbed my hand. We've held hands quiet a lot today. Not that I mind.

We walked for a while for and we entered shops and came back out with clothes. After an hour or so we-I mean I had got 6 shirts, 5 pairs of shorts and 4 crop tops from Hollister. I got 7 dresses, 9 blazers, 4 skater skirts, 4 pencil skirts and loads of over stuff from Forever 21. I also got 13 pairs of shoes from different stores. COME ON IT'S 2-3 WEEKS I'M GOING FOR!!!!

Dylan paid for most of it but, I managed to pay some of it. He complained when I did saying 'just let me pay!' and I replied with 'seriously Dylan you've bought me lots. Let me pay, they're my things!'

We finally came out of the 19th or 20th store. We skipped the whole of school instead of just one lesson. Dylan groaned, his arms full with bags, that he insisted he held. "Do you want to put these in the car and get some food?" He asked. I nodded. "I'll be back. Just wait here please." He said grabbing the bags that I held. His arms where full with bags. I laughed as I watched him try to walk in a straight line, whilst balancing all the bags.

I took at my phone going on Instagram. You know it's life. I went through my feed looking at all of the selfis people took. I sighed these people were boring as fuck. I was tapped on the shoulder. I looked up to see a group of boys, that were most definitely older then me.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here alone." A blond said.

"It's a mall. Why can't I be alone?" I questioned. I'm a teenage girl. Can't  I be alone in a mall?

"What my idiot friend is trying to say is: we're going to get some food. Do you want to come with us?" A guy with red hair asked me.

"No thanks. I'm waiting for someone." I replied.

"Who is this someone?" A brunette asked, his eyes meeting mine then trailing down to my chest.

"This person is none of your business." I said crossing my arms over my chest.

"Feisty. I'll have her!" The guy with blond hair said.

"Babe who are these people?" Someone said wrapping their arm around my waist. I gasped. Thank God it was Dylan or I else was screwed.

"I don't know." I smiled sheepishly.

"I hope your not giving my girlfriend any trouble." Dylan said to the the 4 boys.

"No. No dude we were just asking is she'd like to have lunch with us but, we'll be off now." The brunette said speed walking away beside his friends.

"Jesus you took ages!" I playfully pushed him, "They were freaking weird."

"At least I was here to save you." He mumbled.

"Thanks by the way." I smiled, pecking his cheek, "So food..?" I asked looking at his flustered face.