Don't Get Too Attached

Don't Get Too Attached ~Chapter 12~

We were greeted by a girl in a red shirt which read Shoesperstore! On the front, “Hi, welcome! Can I help you with anything?” She paused for a while and her smile widened, “Hey, Sam! I've not seen you since school ended! How are you?” She leaned in to wrap her arms around him and I couldn't help the pang of jealousy that escaped inside me.

I decided to look around the store and leave them to chat, judging by the way she was talking animatedly, it was going to take a while anyway. I went straight to the high tops section; I could do with a pair of white ones. I scanned the various makes, trying to find one of a reasonable price. I took one from the display to check the size and smiled.

“That's fresh,” Sam commented from behind while I was trying the shoe on.

“'Fresh'? Do people actually say that?” I looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“What? All the cool kids say it!” He answered defensively.

“Are you sure about that? I've not heard anybody saying that, like, ever.”

“That's cause you're not fresh,” he smirked.

“Right..” I took a few steps in the shoe, “What do you think?”

“Like I said, they're fresh,” he scanned the shelves and took a shoe from it, “I might get the same pair.” He took the shoe to his friend that greeted us earlier, while I took mine to the till.

We were walking out of the shop when Sam said cheekily, “We're like a couple with matching shoes, it's so cute!”

“You did not just say that.”

“What? I think it's cute! Come on, we can get matching jackets too,” he told me wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh no, no way.” I shook my head.

“Come on, you know you want to! You know the one I borrowed you at the park? The green one? We'll get you one, with a 'T' on it...” He turned to me, whispered, “Gosh I'm a genius,” to himself, grabbed my hand, and lead me towards a shop on the second floor.

“So, I pick a colour for the body part, a colour for the sleeves, a letter and they'll just make it for me?” I asked in amazement as my roamed over all the different styles. Who knew there could more than one type of style for a jacket? There were cropped ones, long ones, baggy ones, fitted ones, and even ripped ones, although I doubted anyone would go for that.

“That's pretty much it, but I'll take care of it for you, just take a seat and try on what I tell you to.” Sam pushed me into a seat and walked off towards one of the racks.

He seemed to know what he was doing, and I was never one to know the difference between flattering and unflattering, so I let him take care of it. We'd walked past a variety of different shops on the way up, most of them with queues flooding out of their doors, and this one was just as busy. Fortunately, it was big, kind of like a department store for jackets, and their were a lot of staff.

“What's a pretty thing like you doing here alone?”

I turned towards the speaker and rolled my eyes as I saw his cocky smile. “I'm not a 'thing',” I told him grimacing, “and I'm not alone either.”

“Aw, damn! Someone beat me to it and took you out on a date? Who's the guy?”

“I'm not on a date. And even if you did ask, I'd say no.” I said harshly.

“I skip the dating stage anyway Hotstuff, I take them straight to the bedroom,” He followed the statement by wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and thrusting his hips.