HIS BULLIED SKINNY

HBS 4

CAS’s POV.

He places his hands on my mouth fast and look down, thereby hiding his face from me. I use my elbow on him, but it seems useless as he doesn’t move an inch. He raises his head and now all I can see are his eyes. His hair is covered with the hoodie, his nose and mouth are covered with a mask…

“Why did you wrap those treasures?” He asks referring to my boobs and I move my hand over his hand.

I try to rip his hands of my mouth, but it’s difficult.

“Oh sorry, you can’t talk.” He says and take his hand off my mouth.

I sigh in relief, but my relief sigh soon changes to a labored breath when I feel the cold tip of a gun on my temple and I shut my eyes close quickly.

I feel my nails digging into my palm as I still have my eyes shut. I feel the gun being taken off from my temple and I open my eyes in slits, only to find the fitting room dark.

“Stra.. stranger? Perverttt…” I murmur as I try to find the light switch, but it isn’t my house.

I can’t find the light switch. I somehow found my way out and Karen claps her hands in satisfaction before placing her hand on her waist like a mother appreciating her daughter’s beauty, causing me to roll my eyes.

“Almost perfect. Now you need a pair of what you usually call toothpicks, heels.” She says and I nod absent mindedly as I try to find the anonymous p*****t with my eyes.

“Did you see a guy get out of the fitting room?” I ask and Karen gives me a weird look.

“Was he hot?” She asks and I roll my eyes.

“You are always talking out of point.  What has a guy who is a p*****t’s hotness have to do with what I am saying?” I ask.

“What?! You mean there was a p*****t in the fitting room? I saw no guy coming out, so he must still be there.” She replies and take a hold of my hand as she pulls me towards the fitting room.

“No, he had a gun.” I say and she lets go of my hand.

Her hands begin to shake causing me to grin, before she screams. The attendants standing at the far end of the store walks towards us and she points at the fitting room.

“There is a p*****t who has a gun in that fitting room.” Karen says and a woman makes a sign for the security men to come forward.

The security guys make bold steps in and we just trail behind. Funny enough, the light of the fitting room is turned on by one of the men. The hoodie guy is nowhere in sight and everyone turns to look at me like I am a psycho.

“He really was here…” I say while pointing to where I was standing in front of the large mirror and one of the attendants scoffs.

“All this teenagers and their annoying pranks.” One of the security men says.

“Is there a camera installed somewhere in here? Can we check together please?” Karen asks and one of the attendants moves to stand in front of Karen and I.

“This store isn’t meant for underage kids to play prank on us. You think there will be a camera in a fitting room?” She asks and Karen’s expression hardens.

“I believe you aren’t the owner of this store. I will like to see the owner so I can ask if his or her store should only be patronized by oldies. If my best friend says she saw someone, then she definitely saw someone.” Karen replies and I pull her out of the fitting room before the lady replies.

“Karen.”  I start.

“No.” She replies and I sigh.

“Let it slide, I think he escaped already. He didn’t shoot or touch me in the wrong place, nothing is missing from the store…”

“What exactly is your point, Cassandra?” She asks, cutting me off.

“He might be running from someone else, maybe his dad’s bodyguards because he looked and smelt rich.” I say, but she raises her index finger.

“That justifies him to have a gun on him?” She asks.

“No, but remember you holding a fake gun to scare your Dad’s bodyguard in other to let you see our ex-boyfriend last summer?” I ask.

”I guess he is really hot after all, you seem to be supporting him a lot. Let’s pay for your dress, we have a party to attend and remember…”

“Remember that what, Karen?”  I ask.

“Can you at least not cut me off while I am talking?” She asks and I grin.

“Says the one who usually cut in while I am talking.” I reply and she smiles.

“Remember, take tonight’s party like the last party you would ever attend, take over the night, forget you were ever bullied and rule.” She says and take a hold of my wrist to run as the security guys from the fitting room comes out.