(2) Where the Hell is Elle?

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The next morning I am brutally torn from my bed and shoved to the floor and screamed at to get dressed.

Well, at least that's what it felt like.

"C'mon Lexa, you promised you'd go with me today." Elle stands in the doorway to my room with her hands on her hips.

Wait, Elle?

I rub the insides of my eyes with my fingertips.

Blurry Elle became regular Elle and she wasn't going away. Which means I would have to drag my ass out of bed, make an effort to look somewhat decent, and then spend about nine hours dragging my feet around, getting naked, and dressed, then naked again, and then coming home worn out and exhausted. Excuse me, I mean, shopping.

Not that I clearly have anything against it.

Groaning, I throw my feet over the edge of my bed and pull myself up, "What are you doing in my apartment anyways?" I ask curiosity now winning me over.

She brushes a loose tendril of hair back behind her ear and replies chirpily, "Your mom let me in."

I nod and walk over to the small walk in closet in the corner of the room. It wasn't much, but I loved it.

With my weight on one hip, I shift back and forth on my feet looking around and trying to decide on what to wear.

Five minutes later, in black leggings, a grey tank top, and an olive colored coat I'm exciting the bathroom.

"Okay, so I have to work at two, so we can shop until then, my shift is from two to four so for those two hours you can just do whatever I guess, and then we'll drive home." Says Elle who is apparently one of those people that feel the need to plan out life down to the minute and second.

I nod, casually half listening to what she's saying. My main focus is on the bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios in front of me.

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"So, do you have any siblings? Or is it just you and your mom?" Elle asks from the drivers seat. Currently, we both have our feet up on the dashboard and seats reclined. There's been a traffic jam for the past half hour and the tiny movement of the car rolling forward is slower than a snail on crutches.

"Just me and my mom." I answer, "What about you? Siblings? Boyfriend?"

"One sibling, a brother. No boyfriend." She chuckles, "Well I do have one, he just doesn't know it yet. It'll happen someday, Max Schneider and I are destined to be with each other."

"No seriously though, I'm surprised you're not dating that guy that came by yesterday when we were in the other apartment. He was cute." I look out the window. Nope, still no sign of movement.

Elle bursts out laughing, "Who, Parker?" She tries to hold a straight face, "It's not a possibility, we are close though, you know, we live by each other, both like the color red, go out to eat often, shared a freaking womb. Lots of little things."

"Wait, you mean he's your-" I laugh, trying to cover up how stupid I feel. They weren't flirting in a teasing way, they were actually teasing.

"Yep, Parker Jansen is my fraternal twin. Through love and hate, I'm stuck with him."

"So where do you work? You mentioned it being at the mall." I try to change the subject before figures out that I was basically eye raping her twin yesterday."

"Hot Topic. I don't particularly like the store, or the merchandise there, or the place at all, but I do like the cash." She rubs her fingers together in the money making motion.

"Sounds pretty good." I agree.

"What about you? You never really told me, what was life like back in Cali? I've always wanted to go there, is it really as good as its made out to be?"

I pause, "I guess it is upped a little through talk, but life there was pretty damn great. My old school was right down the road from my house, I could walk there every morning." I smile thinking back to life as a Californian teenager.

To be honest it's not that much cooler, we just make everything sound so perfect.

"Of course there were the typical cliché bitches." I continue.

"Like there are at every school." Elle chuckles, "I just want to go up to them and be like oh my god can you not!"

"Agreed. Stuck up populars. I swear every time I turned my back there would be a new minion that would do practically anything their leader said. It was like a fricken army."

Elle bites her lip, "Sounds..unfortunate."

I casually look into the mirror as I brush a loose tendril behind my ear.

Surprisingly the traffic has quickened.

Wait.

The traffic did quicken. And we're sitting here stopped in the middle of the highway.

I swing my feet down and lightly slap Elle.

She seems to get the hint and jams her door onto the gas pedal. We speed down the highway probably tearing it up, but whatever.

The highways here suck.

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After two and a half hours of hell, correction: shopping, it was finally time for Elle's shift at Hot Topic.

I walk her to the store and am about to walk away, when I'm stopped.

"Hey Lex?" She asks.

I turn to look at her, "Yeah?" I respond, wondering what the hell she could want.

"So I know it's like really unprofessional of me, but my manager is really strict and all and I really really have to pee and it can't wait two hours." She spits out really fast.

I raise an eyebrow, "So..?"

"Can you please just fill in at the register for like ten minutes?"

I groan, "Ugh, E, really?"

"I'll be really really quick! Thanks Lex, love youuuu!" She shoots a grin in my direction before turning to half walk half sprint to the ladies room.

I turn towards the store and walk behind the counter. So far so good. And by good I mean no screaming manager coming to ask me who I am and where the hell Elle went.

The store is pretty empty anyways. The occasional couple stroll in, along with the pre teen boys probably coming in on a dare, thinking they're cool and all.

I drum my fingernails on the counter, while glancing around the store again.

Two words popped into my head again as I saw him. Holy. Shit.

He, meaning the unbearably attractive guy that just walked in. I blink rapidly, turning the other direction. He did not need to catch me checking him out.

"Excuse me." A voice says rudely, trying to get my attention, "I thought if a customer needed help around here they'd get it."

I look and sure enough, the voice belonged to him.

He is literally hot enough to fry my bacon in the morning.

Okay bad analogy, that sounded extremely sexual.

You get the picture.

His jawline was to die for, and I could almost picture the rock hard abs underneath his crewneck sweatshirt.

Get it together Lexa. Blinking again, I snap out of my head and back into reality.

"How may I help you?" I smile sweetly at him.

"I need to make a return. And maybe try on a few things." He pulls a bag up to the counter.

"Alright, what would you like to return?" I ask, trying to maintain a professional outlook here. Where the hell is Elle?

He opens the bag and takes out a package of boxers and a box of condoms.

Slowly, he slides them across the table and makes discreet eye contact before responding, "They're too small."

I glance down at the packages. Both were size medium, did this dude need to house a family in there or what?

"Excuse me, what did you just say to me?" He smirks looking at me with a look that I swear can see right through my soul.

Shit. I said that out loud.

"As a matter of fact, there's nothing small or medium about them." He chuckles and rests his arms on the counter making his already huge muscles become somehow huger.

"If they're attached to the same body your head is on, I can clearly see why." I respond smoothly. At least this hot douche hasn't charmed me enough to make me lose my sense of sarcasm.

"I'd watch what your saying." He flashes a white smile to me before removing his arms from the counter and walking towards the back of the store.

"So..um.." I follow him. I mean, he did say he needed help. Although most of me wanted to run away, my legs brought me back to him. That and the fact that I didn't want to be brutally slaughtered by Elle.

"Do you think you're gaining points with me by following me around? I don't date, get lost." He says heartlessly.

Excuse me?! It's one thing to be a cold hearted ass, but to be a hot cold hearted ass? Uncalled for.

Despite his looks, the mix of arrogance and rudeness just made me want to slap the annoying smirk off his face.

My cheeks flush red, but not from blushing this time, "Asshole." I mutter at him before walking the opposite direction.

"Wait." He turns to look at me, his hair falling into his eyes. He takes a hand and smooths it back.

I turn on my heel, hands crossed across my chest, "What?" I practically spit at him.

"Do you think I'm a large or extra large?" He gives me that look, that half smirk, half smile thing.

I roll my eyes, are you freaking kidding me.

"I'm not kidding, I'm unsure about my size." He says slowly, teasingly almost.

He may be hot and all but my virgin eyes are not prepared to see specific parts they do not need to see yet. Oh lord help me.

He holds up the box and raises an eyebrow towards me. That does it.

"Listen here, boxer boy, I don't know who you are, or why you need to prance on in here like you're some sort of hot shit, only to make other people uncomfortable around you and want to slap you across the face." I take a breath before continuing, "No, I will not measure you're freaking dick, I'm a cashier (so what if I'm not, he doesn't know that), not some prostitute like the girl your probably doing it with. She's probably sitting at home waiting for you right now, so you can take your little condoms and go." I exhale, shooting him a glare before returning to the counter.

Less than three minutes later he's up at the counter again.

"I decided to go with extra large." He sets his purchases on the counter, "Trust me, there's nothing little walking out of here."

Ew. Did not need to know that.

I hastily grab the boxes and scan them before putting them in a bag, "Thanks for coming, come again." I mutter.

I then noticed a student ID hanging out of his pocket. Squinting a little, I could make out the name. Pentingswood High.

Fuck my life.

That's when it dawned on me. The attitude. The cockiness. The sarcasm.

I could recognize it anywhere, there's one at every school.

I just checked out the badboy's boxers.

Once again,

Fuck.

My.

Life.

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"There you are, thanks for stepping in for me!" Elle exclaims. "The malls closing, we should get going."

"Yeah, yeah." I respond.

Boy did I have a lot to tell her.

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