*Primo's POV*
Well, shit.
I was currently in an empty theater, save for the girl beside me who was bawling her eyes out, watching a movie about a girl who got in a car accident which severed her legs, preventing her from ever dancing again.
The storyline wasn't as lame as I thought it would be and I actually paid attention to some parts. But one of those rare attention grasping parts was not what had me frozen stiff in the leather seat.
No, it was the girl with the red hair and running makeup beside me who couldn't seem to catch her breath while sobbing that had me at a loss for what to do. I ran a hand through my white blonde hair and didn't realize I was staring at Destiny until she opened her mouth.
"What are you looking at?" She demanded, narrowing her eyebrows at me.
I winced at seeing her puffy red eyes and clownish mascara streaming down her face.
"Uh," I said, twirling a finger at her cheek, "You have a little something..." And then I gestured my entire palm at her face and said, "Everywhere."
Before either of us saw it coming, the entire bucket of popcorn that had been in my lap was now currently stuck in my hair, down my shirt, and all over the floor because a certain someone had anger issues.
Giving me a pointed look, Destiny waved her hand at my entire body and said, "You got a little something everywhere."
I smirked approvingly, surprised the good girl had just done something so daring. "Touché," I said, popping a piece of fallen popcorn in my mouth with a loud crunch.
The movie ended and I honestly couldn't tell you what else had happened.
I'd been too focused on someone- I mean something else.
Anyway, Destiny and I stood up at the same time while the credits rolled down the massive screen, playing some romantic background music as we scooped up our trash and headed out the doors.
Destiny walked ahead of me, clearly ignoring me and pretending she didn't even know me anymore. I narrowed my eyes on her short form and watched as she tapped a few buttons on her phone before sighing in aggravation when no one picked up her call.
"Come on, Grant," she mumbled through her teeth, obviously pissed off her boyfriend hadn't answered his cell.
"Boyfriend troubles?" I asked, striding right past her once we were outside of the theater.
"None of your beeswax," she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest to glare in the opposite direction.
Damn, she was a strange girl with an even stranger personality. Who said 'beeswax' anymore?
Stepping outside in the frigid night air, I shivered and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket, lighting one after a few tries.
I puffed out a cloud of smoke, standing just outside the automatic doors to fish through the deep pockets of my cargo pants, looking for my keys when a voice spoke up from behind me.
"Can you, uh, give me a lift?"
I slowly took my time as I turned around, making a point of having to crane my neck to see the tiny girl in front of me. Gray eyes darted away from mine as her cheeks turned a faint pink in embarrassment.
"No problem," I said, taking a step closer to her. I dropped the cigarette on the ground and smothered the end with a sneaker.
Destiny's eyes widened when my arms snaked around her waist, lifting her off the ground to be placed over my shoulder.
"What are you doing?" She yelled, shattering my eardrum as I strode over to my car in the back of the parking lot while she relentlessly banged her fists against my back.
"Giving you a lift," I said, simply. It had been what she asked for in the first place, so I unceremoniously dropped her in the front seat of my Jeep as I got in the driver's side.
Starting the ignition, I shrugged when Destiny mumbled a quick thanks for taking her home.
"Yeah," I clipped, peeling out of the parking lot as I continued, "I just have to make a stop at a place nearby and I'll take you home."
"Okay."
The ride was mostly silent and anyone who knew me also knew that I hated awkward silences. To diminish the awkwardness, I turned on the radio to the alternative rock station and hummed along to the tune, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel.
"This music is awful," Destiny commented, earning a disdainful look from my way, "And so is this junkyard."
Parking the Jeep in a rocky parking lot, I hopped out of the car and locked the doors, telling clown girl I'd be back in a few minutes before I headed into Walmart.
My parents, no matter how much they tried, could never control me in the way they wished they could. They didn't know about my...problem.
Well, I wouldn't exactly call shoplifting a problem so much as it was a crime, which it definitely was.
So, I had to be stealthy with it.
Checking to make sure that the only security camera was the one in the front of the store, I went to the back of the store to the men's section.
A few watches of pure gold were set up on a display in front of an employee with graying hair who was currently asleep on the job.
It was almost as if he wanted me to steal, I mean borrow, a watch.
Or two.
I walked past the glass counter with the display and snatched my hand out fast, slipping two watches into the pockets of my pants and continued walking as if nothing had ever happened once confirming the worker was still sound asleep.
I always made sure to glance unsuspiciously over my shoulder to make sure no one had seen me with my new find, but for some reason I didn't do that this time.
Looking back, I realized that I should have just turned around. Then I would've been able to see the threat before she attacked.
I figured I was extremely lucky to have gotten away with taking not one, but two watches of pure gold. That would surely give me at least five packs of cigarettes, if not more.
"Hey! Give that back!"
I froze just at the exit of the automatic doors when a voice demanded for me to stop.
That was around the same time I noticed that the watches weren't the only things that were weighing my pants down, but there was another culprit there as well.
Because the largest sized polka dot bra I had ever seen was also hanging out of my pocket.
Women shot me dirty looks and men gave me widened eyes, but some people openly laughed at seeing the foreign object in my pants.
My eyes roamed down the length of the body of the saboteur and back up, landing on her chest and staying there as I plucked the bra out of my pocket and held it up to her, looking back and forth from Destiny to the bra.
"I think you need a smaller size," I said, hitching my eyebrows.
"You're a smaller size," she retorted, flushing red as she processed what she just said.
This girl seriously had no filter and was the quirkiest and most weirdest girl I had ever met.
"Want to bet?" I challenged, moving my hands to the waistband of my pants.
Her cheeks puffed up and her face somehow turned an even darker shade of red.
"No! You're such a perv," she said, disgusted.
I snorted. "Pfft, says the one who shoved a bra in my pocket," I scoffed.
"I won't let you shoplift," she said, darting a hand into the pocket with the watches. Her skinny arm flashed back to her side, holding two shiny watches.
"Give those back," I growled, holding out my hand in warning.
Without answering me, Destiny spun on her heel and sped to the back of the store to where I had found the unguarded watches.
Destiny Campbell was going to be the death of me and I refused to allow her to steal all of my bad times. She could try, but she'd never beat me.
At least, that's what I thought because the score was now two to one, her lead.
But who was counting?
Right; I was.
Which meant I'd have to be sure to steal her next good time, per say.
And I knew just what to do.
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