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“Hank, no way in fricking hell!” I yell.
I’m very quite frightened right now.
“Oh yes in fricking way!” he argues.
I frown, “Nuh-uh,” I say shaking my head and looking down.
“Chloe, I’m not asking you to jump off a bridge!”
“Yeah, but fit that huge thing, in this small…” I trail off, eyes wide.
Hank rolls his eyes at me, “But you asked!”
I gulp guiltily, “Yeah, but I didn’t realize I wasn’t ready,”
“Chloe it’s a little hard to,” he starts but then stops knowing he won’t be convincing me anytime soon.
I sigh in relief but before I know what he’s up to I feel something enter me.
“Gulngopns,” I mumble through the huge hotdog I had convinced Hank to buy for me and then decided I didn’t want to eat. (A: now who fell for that? Dirty minds! *shakes head disappointed* LOL)
So yes for the last half an hour Hank had been trying to convince me to eat this hotdog because it’s a little hard to return it when you’ve licked the side and then decided you could never fit that thing in your mouth.
“Now, wasn’t that easy?” he asks.
“Mhnooo,” I continue my voice still muffled because I'm trying to chew.
A few people give me strange looks, but hey it’s me, and I’m used to it by now.
When I’m finally done chewing I whack Hank upside the head.
“I could have choked!” I yell pretending to be angry.
“But you didn’t and now you are very thankful I shoved that hotdog into your mouth because you think it’s delicious,” he says matter-of-factly.
I pout knowing he’s right.
Finally when I don’t know what else to say I say, “That’s what she said,”
Hank slaps his forehead, grabs my hotdog, and gets up. It's actually really quite funny.
“Wha-what are you doing?” I yell in panic.
“Throwing it out since you don’t want it,” Hank says nonchalantly but I can see the cocky grin playing at the corners of his lips.
I pout again before sighing and saying, “Now there’s no need to waste a perfectly good hotdog. There are starving people in this world so for them I will make the sacrifice and eat this hotdog,” I announce grabbing it from Hank.
He gets a helpless look on his face before rolling his eyes dramatically and saying, “Just eat the stupid thing,”
***
A few hours later and Hank is dropping me off at the mall for my job with Brandon. We have been doing nails, well he’s been managing the cash register, for the past four weeks now. Actually this will be our last week here because I’ve given them the two week warning about us leaving.
Working here is fun and everything, but after the second week the same girls would come back just to flirt with Brandon. So it went from a punishment to a reward and I can’t let that happen. Besides it’s not like I really need the money and he should get his grandma’s ring back.
The poor guy has been avoiding his mother for about three weeks now. According to him she’s been asking him nonstop. Once I went to his house and his mother happened to be in the middle of yelling at him for it. She even threw the couch pillow at him. It was very comical.
“Hey,” I say announcing my presence.
Grace doesn’t even flick her hair in my direction, like usual. For some reason she’s convinced that somehow I’m the one responsible she can’t get Brandon back. So for the time since we’ve been working here she either completely ignores me or complains about how girls as such sl*ts when any girl directs her attention to Brandon.
I’m just itching to tell her that one she’s a girl so basically she’s calling herself a sl*t and two she is one considering she cheated on Brandon.
Today I simply walk past her and go into the backroom. I grab my nametag and go back outside to start working.
A few minutes later Brandon shows up looking worried. I’m about to ask him what’s wrong when a group of girls come in. They’re the usual group. I call them the usual group because not only do they come all the time but they usually do the same things every time they come.
The “leader” struts up to Brandon before twirling her hair, asking for an appointment, and giggling at anything Brandon says.
Can you spell desperate?
“Ugh, here they come again. Can’t they get the message,” Grace complains going up to lead the girls away from Brandon…like she always does.
I don’t think she can spell desperate, either.
But unlike usual Brandon doesn’t tell Grace to leave the girls alone. He lets them go and doesn’t even grin back when the tall brunette tells him to call her.
Something’s wrong.
***
“Brandon here’s your ring back,” I say grabbing it from my pocket and handing it over.
“Thanks,” he says wearily and I quickly snatch it back.
“What was that?!” he screams outraged.
“Well obviously you weren’t happy to have it back so it begged me to take it back into my custody,” I reply nodding my head like this is very true.
Brandon rolls his eyes but I can see the slight amused look in his face.
“You talk to gold now?” he asks with a disbelieving tone.
“Always have, always will,” I say grinning.
He briefly laughs, but when it doesn’t quite reach his eyes I know there is something really wrong.
“What happened?” I ask.
He sighs, “Chloe, I really screwed up,” he starts.
“Shocker,” I say sarcastically.
He narrows his eyes at me.
“Fine then, I won’t tell you,” he replies as he starts exiting the nail salon.
“No! Pwease!” I ask before hopping on his back.
Okay I know that was totally unnecessary, but I need to stop him somehow…
“What are you doing?” He asks trying to shake me off.
“Tell me!” I reply, “Do as I command!”
He tries to shake me off again and when I don’t fall off he stands still with a perplexed look on his face.
He stays quiet for a long time before suddenly he blurts, “I may have slept with a girl I actually like and then left before she woke up!”
Oh yes, he most definitely does not deserve his ring back.
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