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Chapter 19 - Harry

And there she was. After weeks she finally convinced Kirsten to go with her to the store, and the girl seemed completely shocked to see me there. Why everytime she saw me she looked at me with that disgusted look and so much hate on her blue eyes? I still couldn’t understand it. And I also couldn’t understand why she’d said ‘yes’. She’d said yes to my purpose of taking them both to a cupcake store; reluctantly, but she’d agreed with the idea.

As I finished helping my last customer, I watched Kirsten and Angel sitting on a loveseat in a hidden place of the store, where people usually went to put on the headphones and listen to a few of our CD’s. The little girl was on her lap as the older one fixed a strand of her hair behind her ear, saying something I quite couldn’t understand. Kirsten kept playing with Angel’s hair until I stood next to her, forcing her to peer up at me and sigh.

“Leggo? I just gotta get the car keys and I’ll show you the best place ever,” I said and I could tell Kirsten was fighting hard to hold back an urge to roll her eyes at me.

“I have a car,” was all she said, but Angel pouted at her objection.

“Can I please go with Harry, Kirs? His car is so cool.” This time Kirsten didn’t hold anything back, she just puffed and rolled her eyes while standing up, and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at her reaction.

“Whatever. As long as you don’t disappear, I’m fine with it,” she wasn’t fine with it, but there was no way she was going to deny something to the blonde girl.

“Okay. Angel, c’mon. Need your help to find my keys,” I said and she giggled, nodding excitedly while pressing her LP against her chest and taking my hand to walk with me.

That girl was literally an angel.

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“You change your mood quite often,” I noted as Kirsten bit her cupcake, trying to avoid my gaze. She constantly looked at Angel, who was not sitting with us; instead, the little girl had rose to her feet in a blink of an eye as soon as she saw that huge Golden Retriever outside the store. She just kneed on the floor and caressed his head while talking to the lady who kept holding its leash. Kirsten couldn’t keep her eyes off of her, though I knew she wasn’t really paying attention to the scene. As I said, she was just avoiding me. “I like you better when you’re working,” I joked and the girl’s head turned to me so fast it actually scared me. She’d taken it the wrong way. “Wait, I didn’t mean it like that.” I knew she was thinking that I had referred to the way she dressed, and the look of shock and disgust on her face confirmed that.

“Shut up.” She didn’t even bother to be nice; she just rolled her eyes (as I started to notice it was a habit) and took another bite of the cupcake between her hands, turning her head at Angel again and letting a small smile appear on her lips.

“Don’t know why you hate me so much, I’m a nice lad, ain’t I?” I teased, but apparently she didn’t like the way how I tried to make fun of the situation. Everytime I smiled, or laughed, the hatred in her eyes seemed to increase. Maybe I should stop doing that.

“Look, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you should probably know that whatever the compliments girls throw at you, they’re not real at all. So you better just duck this whole ego thing ‘cause it’s truly annoying,” Kirsten looked deep into my eyes to say that, and even though I wanted to stop smiling, I couldn’t. My mind focused at the part of her sentence where she admitted she thinks I get lots of compliments from the opposite sex.

“Why do you think I get compliments from girls?” I uttered the words before even trying to stop them; it just came out naturally from my mouth, along with a grin that pissed her even more.