My Fake Boyfriend Part Two

I Just Got Bad (I Think)

Adrenaline courses through my veins and my vision blurs.
"Since when did The Alexis become such a badass?" She says, I laugh, forcing myself to look at her, with confidence. Her smirk makes me angry.
"Since now." I reply shortly and she snickers.
"We'll wait for your friend and then you can show me what you got." Anger rushes through me and it takes me everything to resist the urge to pull off my jersey and show her the two tops.

"We're doing Glassons next." I reply bluntly. I regret this instantly.

Glassons was the massive (and hugely) expensive store that every girl loved to shop at. Highly secured with cameras and detectors, the most famous shop in the city. After Starbucks of course.
She nodded in approval, smirk gone.
"Brave." She smiled and I knew, that I was completely stuffed.
I couldn't turn back now.

Britney strolled casually out of the store, waving to the clerk and strutting towards us. It was unnoticeable if you weren't looking for it, but I could see the small bulge of her sweatshirt.

"Avalon, Britney. Britney, Avalon." I said and they smiled icily at one another, the hand shake awkward.

"So, how many did you get Lex?" Britney asked me, taking me by the elbow and leading me away from Suprè.

"Two." I replied curtly and she smiled.

"I got four." She said, not needing me to ask.

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I don't know how I convinced Britney but I did and lead both of them to the outside of Glassons. It was massive. Sparkling and full of sequined shirts and pants. Everything was perfect. I tied my hair back in a tight bun and smothered lipstick and eyeliner on. I hitched up my skin tight jeans and wiped on a quick layer of mascara. Avalon and Britney followed my lead. We would look suspicious otherwise, walking in looking rough.

We walked around, talking in sweet British accents and taking clothes that we liked, and didn't, off the shelf to try.

I could feel beads of sweat forming on the back of my neck and panic washed over me. My eyes briefly fluttered up to the ceiling where a security camera watched my every move. I hummed to myself, trying to appear as casual as possible.

A clerk came over and put her hand on my shoulder smiling.
"Hey doll, how ar'ya?" She was a country girl, beautiful with full golden curls and a dazzling white toothed smile. I grinned, hoping like hell that it looked legit.

"Good." I reply. It sounded stilted so I coughed and signaled to my throat, indicating I had lost my voice. Or so I hoped that she had guessed that's what it meant.
She laughed and patted me on the back, "just say so if ya'll need anything." And she walked away.

I exhaled, letting the panic that had been shut inside of me by heavy flood gates tumble out. Britney signaled to the changing rooms. I breathed deeply and headed over.

The changing rooms were clean and each had a full length mirror that you could admire yourself in. I pulled off my jersey and two Suprè tops, shoving them deep into my backpack and then tried on the top that had first appealed to me.

It was a jet black, with a scooped neckline and a scooped hem at the back. It fit me well, pronouncing my curves and bringing out my eyes. I lay it to one side.

The next top was a beautiful aqua blue. It exposed my midriff and had long sleeves with black cuffs, neckline and hem. It was very cute. I lay it in the same pile.
The next top was a dark green. It was a long sleeve t-shirt but was too tight and the shoulder hem felt wrong. I hung it back up.
I picked four shirts to take. The black one, the aqua blue, a pale pink shirt, same style as the black shirt, and a very dark blue t-shirt that was v-necked, tight and made of beautiful silky material.

The total price was $478.80.

I put each one on over top of one another, carefully ripping off the beeper tags. Regret and guilt was the rock that sat in the pit of my stomach, making me feel nauseous. Each shirt felt like a weight of guilt being layered onto my shoulders.

I put my jersey over it, then picked up my bag and walked out.

I hid my fear well, and smiled at everyone. Taking my time at walking out and making a big deal of putting back the clothes I didn't steal.

Finally I was out.

Britney and Avalon smiled when they saw me and we walked around the corner, to the loos.

We took off our shirts and laid out what we had taken.

Overall, $2,000 worth.

Britney slapped Avalon's hand for a hi-five.

We walked out, tucking our new clothes into our bags.

And then, we saw them...

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