The mall security office isn't the safest place to stay.
There aren't any tables just the cold marble floor.
And I don't think it's some kind of rejuvenation method.
Plus the guard just left us here.
Usually, I thrive on all this stuff, like the adventure, of being chased by a cop and being caught.
But this is just bad.
Ava's brother came to pick her up a few minutes ago, but the police wouldn't let her take me because we weren't related. And Amber and Jade (her follower) didn't even enter, she just waved a wad of cash in front of the guard's face and disappeared.
So now I was left with Noah.
It was boring at first, but now he suggested we play a game.
"So, basically, it's "never have I ever" but with drinks, anytime I have done something you ask, I take a sip" he explains.
"Where would you even get the alcohol, from?" I question, raising up an eyebrow.
He wouldn't-
"I always carry one with me,"
"Of course you do".
He flashes me a smirk and nods.
I take a glance once again at the locked door, that the mall cop kept us in.
"Sure, let's go"
"Okay you start" he gestures towards me with his hand and places the mini flask of alcohol in between us.
"The floor's all yours" he takes a bow.
I chuckle a bit and nod.
I guess I'm not angry anymore.
"Uh okay, never have I ever gotten so wasted I ended up naked"
He smirks and takes a gulp, sighing right after.
That shit must be strong.
I laugh and shake my head.
"How?" I ask through a fit of laughs.
"Long story short, drank way too much"
"Okay, Mr. Naked your turn" I laugh, I cringe a bit at the nickname I just formed, but dismiss it.
"Okay never have I ever shoplifted"
Huh.
Pfft. I haven't done that.
I mean wel-
I sigh and take a drink.
I've done that.
No use denying it, but! In my defense, I was extremely drunk and tv is very persuasive.
Watching Netflix: Trinkets didn't go well with vodka.
I was shocked I didn't get caught.
Shit, this thing is strong.
It gives a burning sensation down my throat and makes me warm inside.
"Prey tells, my little thief" he smirks.
"Don't call me that, and I was just bored really, I entered a shop and took something". I say all really fast, blushing a bit at his stupid nickname.
"Huh, well what did you shoplift?" He asks a hidden tone, underlay.
"Boxers," I say very fast if he hears that he's some type of really good at hearing guy.
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Teen Fiction"Shoot her!" He barks orders at him. My heart racing with every beat louder than the sound of fatal hits and blows landing on those I cherish most and my fingers sweaty, dripping on the cold marble floor. I'd never thought I'd die like this, not thi...
