#7: Whenever The Wal-Mart police/employees come by, say, "Uh-oh! Gotta run!"

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“No, Annette, I will not wear this dumb uniform,” Trevor said, shaking his head.

I looked at the police uniform. What could be so bad about it?

Please?” I begged, giving him the puppy dog eyes. He shook his head stubbornly.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“But-but, why not?”

“Because it’s humiliating.”

“Nobody’s around to see you,” I said, rolling my eyes. “It’s not like I’d take a picture, and show it to everyone at school.”

“I wouldn’t care if you did. I’d still look hot in it.”

I held back my laughter. Someone’s got an ego. “Yeah right.”

“Oh, you don’t think so? Well, give me that!”

He snatched it out of my hands, and walked away to change. I smirked, skipping away in the opposite direction. I always get what I want.

I looked around for Trevor. What could be taking him so long? It does not take that long to change into a fake-police uniform!

“I feel like an idiot.” I spun around to face him, and felt my jaw hit the floor. Oh. My. Gosh. Trevor looked hot! “What are you staring at? Do I really look that stupid?”

I shook my head, grinning. “You’re hot!” I poked his chest.

“Uh…now I’m uncomfortable.”

I just grinned like a love-struck fool. “You have abs.”

“Yes… I work out a lot.”

I nodded. “It shows.”

“Really? ’Cause I know girls are into the whole six-pack thing, but do you think I need a little…something?

“Nope.” I shook my head dreamily. “You’re hot.”

“You’re starting to freak me out,” he stated. “Now, why did I have to dress like this?”

I pulled out The List from my back pocket, and crossed out:

#7: Whenever the Wal-Mart police / employees come by, say, “Uh-oh! Gotta run!”

“Uh-oh! Gotta run!”

I go at a dead sprint.

“Annette! Quit running!”


“Why are you running the first place?”

“Because it’s a free country!”

I kept running. Until I felt weight send me falling headfirst onto the concrete floors. “Gotcha,” Trevor whispered in my ear, making me giggle as his breath tickles. “Hey, what’s so funny?”


“Do I really look that stupid?”

“Eh, I’ve seen people that looked stupider.”

“So I do look stupid.”

“Nope. You look good.” I grinned at him. “Now, get off!”

“Nah, you’re pretty comfy.”

Trreeevvvvooooorrrrrr,” I whined childishly. “Pleeeeeaaaaaase?”


“And why not?”

“Like I said: You’re comfy.”

I rolled my eyes, pushing Trevor off of me. “So, why did I have to dress up like this?” I shoved The List in his pretty boy face. “Oh, now I get it,” Trevor said, panting. “What stunt are you pulling next?”

That’s a surprise,” I said with a smirk.

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