Chapter4:Him Again? Grrr!

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When I went back to where I left the two, I saw them already lining up a nearby cashier lane. I groaned then hurried to them.

"where were you?" Rhea asked.

"Shoe section. "I said, not wanting to discuss about Mr.Grumpy.

I quickly grabbed a Seventeen Mag,from a nearby stand a shoved it in Rhea's basket. In the basket was 2 pendant necklaces (a heart and a mini Rose) and a light blue short dress.

I also rummaged through Hilary's basket and saw a pair of silver peace sign earrings, a floral crop top, a blue knit cardigan and green shorts.

I raised my eyebrows and saw her smile innocently.
"I thought this shopping was for the Welcome Prom..?" I said, well it sounded like a question..

She smiled meekly and said, "Kay, darling, I don't have a first day of school outfit yet. I hope you do not mind especially since I found this for you. " she baited as she raised a chain necklace with a guitar pendant on it, then she fluttered her eyelashes.

I rolled my eyes but sarcastically nodded ecstatically then moved in front of Hilary.

I stepped forward when it was our turn. Rhea put her basket first then Hilary's. I handed Rhea a five dollar bill for my mag and asked Hilary for the price of the necklace when suddenly, a girl shrieked.

"Darn it, Brent, your sister is a pest!" the girl complained to the busy clerk behind the register. Behind the shrieking blonde bimbo, there was a cute little brown haired kid who looked like she was about to cry and held a broken Superman action figure.

I pitied the kid and looked at the Clerk Breny guy when he suddenly and reluctantly raised his head and stood to comfort the cute little boyish girl.I gritted through my teeth when I realized who this Breny is . Mr. Grumpy. Argh, him again.

He started to calm the kid down and the girl just nodded absently. Shrieking Bimbo stared at them, irritated. I rolled my eyes at her then looked back at the adorable duo....wait, eww.

The kid had stopped crying and was now hugging his brother. I sighed at the sight but relieved that cute kid was partially okay.

Suddenly, an old bearded man carrying a full basket growled.
"Can you stop your freaking business now and get back to work? Some people are waiting and are in a rush." Mr. Beard Weirdo grunted.

Mr.Grumpy cursed silently but resumed punching Rhea and Hilary's basket. Rhea told him to separate bags, and segregated the items. He nodded impatiently then handed each of us our bags and as he handed me mine, our eyes met, and impulsively, I smiled thankfully at him. He stared for a while then rolled his eyes. Suddenly I felt irritated and all the feelings of being touched by his love for cute kid was gone and I rolled my eyes at him. Jerk.

"Hey, Kay, C'mon!"Rhea called as she and Hilary walked out of the Department store.

I grumbled then grabbed the plastic from Mr.Grumpy- and- I- hate- him guy then turned.
Once I did, I heard him say, "See ya , Ms. I-roll- my-eyes-be- afraid-of- me." then he silently chuckled.

I rolled my eyes once I reached my friends. Arghh. Jerk.

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Hey there! Was this chapter long? Well, I felt it was so long while I was writing it. Probably 'cause I feel sleepy. But I want ice cream. Will doze off in a few. ...

Sooo, what do you think? My imagination of Mr. Beard Weirdo was really hilarious. Sorry if I suck at describing. Not my specialty as of now.

Anyway, I really feel sleepy and hungry so just please vote, comment, follow and suggest. It will make me more inspired.

By the way this isn't the 1st book I've written. I'm just lazy to type them(I usually write using pen and paper. ) I think I have at least 6 partially finished books waiting to be typed and 30+ plots waiting to unfold...

Alright I'll say bye now.
(Please read DarknessandLight's I sold myself to the devil for vinyls, pitiful I know. It's kinda long but so worth it. BTW, it's the first wattpad book I've read (read it 5 times as of now) and it's my favorite and Blake is MINEEE!! :)

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