Short Stories

Jake and Gianna

"Jake?" I ask, looking around while slowly walking out of the fitting room.

I was in there for three minutes....

He wouldn't leave.... would he?

I look around again, but there was no sign of him at all.

He really did.

I turn around to head back into the dressing until a voice stops me in my tracks.

"Damn girl, are you here alone?" I turn around instantly, as I see a guy around my age looking at me up and down.

It was disgusting.

"Uhm... I... no." I mumble, attempting to turn away from him but he grabs my wrist.

"No don't go, I just want to know your name-..."

"I have a boyfriend." I yank my wrist out of his hand, ready to knee him in the balls as soon as he even thinks about touching me again.

"Really? I don't see anyone here with you right now."

I hate guys who think they have the balls to keep talking to a girl after they already say that they have a boyfriend.

Let me tell you those are the guys who are ball-less no later than forty.

"Leave me alone." I glare, as I attempt to once again leave for the dressing room, but instead, he grabs my waist.

And on instinct.

I. Kneed. Him. Right. In. The. Balls.

"PERVERT." I yell at him as I march right back to the dressing room, quickly changing out of my dress to my clothes.

When I finish, I quickly walk out only to see him on the ground, his hand covering his crotch as he mumbles under his breath, I think I even saw a few tears.

Like I said...

Ball-less by forty, but for him....

It just happened to be a lot sooner.

I quickly pass him and head to the check out, fuming.

I can't believe Jake would just leave me like that.

God, this is why I always take people shopping with me, because of all the rude and senseless people in the world.

I understand Jake wanted to go to the food court, but he shouldn't have just left like that without telling me.

After quickly paying for the dress, I end up speed walking through the mall, I come across the food court, scanning my eyes around the whole place, until I saw a familiar bob of hair sitting at a table, eating.

I march right up to him and slam my hand on the table.

Over dramatic, yes.

Freaking out over probably nothing, yes...

But trust is something that has always been important to be.

Jake just easily leaving me alone in the store after I always tell him I feel uncomfortable and kinda scared going out in public alone, well some trust that is.