An agreement with the bad boy

Girl talk

Alexis POV

I grabbed the mountain of clothes that had accumulated on the floor next to my feet and headed towards the checkout. Once the blonde haired girl, behind the checkout had bagged all my purchases and I had paid for them, Sophie took out one of the cropped tops from the bag and ushered me back into the changing room.

"There is no way I am going to be seen with you, wearing that tent, for more time than I have to." She rammed the old T-shirt I handed her into the bag and headed for the exit. " Come on we gotta find Ethan." Sophie turned right, towards the food court. "Oh, wait I've found him."

I took a glance in the direction she's looking in, pulling her back and shaking my head at her. Sophie turns to give me a confused look.

"Leave him, he looks like he's in very capable hands."

He's standing by some benches flirting with Jasmine, who I know is one of his regular hook ups. Standing, pushed up against him, clinging to him as though she were trying to hold him to the spot. And people say I'm clingy? I raise an eyebrow as she flicks her badly bleached blonde hair with her hand, nearly whipping a passing stranger in the face with it. Even in her 3 inch heels, she still only comes up to his shoulder, it really is quite an amusing sight to see.

"But?..." Sophie pulls my attention away from the spectacle.

"Look, it's OK. We can cope on our own from here. Anyway I think he's in capable hands." I nodded in their direction, giggling. "He got himself a little hot and bothered in there and I think he could probably do with letting off a little of that steam. And look who show's up, it's like fate." Sophie quickly flicks her head towards them, then back to me, I link her arm with mine and we erupt into a chorus of laughter.

"You're right, Anyway it'll be even more fun when you have to put up with me all by yourself. Guess what? It's lingerie shopping next. I don't think he could have handled that anyway." She let out another set of giggles. "So what do think about him anyway?" She took out her phone, tapping out a text to someone.

"Hmm? He seems alright I suppose. He's seems a little more quiet than I was expecting."

"That, was not what I meant and know it!" She looked at me with an arched brow.

"What, he's hot, there's no denying that. But I don't think I really wanna get linked with the other girls he hooks up with. They're all self obsessed bimbos and I don't wanna be placed into that category."

We finally get into the shop and I follow her to a wall that seems to only hold black bras with matching bottoms. She picks up a lacy black push up bra and picks up one of the matching thongs and a matching pair of French knickers. Next she picks up a black satin balcony bra with red lace trim, again picking up the corresponding bottoms in both French knickers and a thong.

"Well don't get tarnished by the same brush then. You are going to have to pretend you're hooking up with him to make this work, at least for a couple of weeks. So show everyone else that you're different to any of the other airheads he's banging."

She picks up a lilac satin balcony bra with black lace trim around the tops of the cups, this time only picking up a matching thong. Then a lacy white push up bra with lacy knickers. I picked up another white lacy push up with a matching thong, I see Sophie's face light up.

"Now you're getting the hang of it. Anyway he's only quiet, because he's constantly trying to figure you out, in the last twenty-four hours you've been like a whirlwind, one minute you look like you're gonna kill him, the next you're all friendly hostess with the mostest, then you're like this sexy little tease. If it's not confusing him, it's definitely turning him on." She said it so matter of factly. "It's inevitable you two are gonna bang sooner or later." She looked at me with a smirk. "Right nightwear"

We headed further into the store, stopping at a hanging unit in the middle of the store. Sophie rifled through a range of plain black silk chemises, finding my size and passing it for me to hold, next she had found the baby dolls, she picked up a few, one in red and black, one in baby pink and black and one plain black halter neck with a slit down the front. Making sure to grab the thongs to match before handing them over to me.

"Do you need anything else?" I shook my head. "Something, for those nights that your boytoys are unavailable I mean." Yet another smirk came across Sophie's face. She is really enjoying this.

We took our haul to the checkout, a young girl with a silver pixie cut started to scan through the items.

"Could I interest you in any of our massage oils?" The girl cringed as she hovered her hand over them to exhibit them.

"Yeah, she'll take one of each." Sophie butted in with a huge grin across her face. The girl looked at me, asking me for permission, to which I replied with a smile and nod of my head. The girl rang it all up, packing it as she went along and we left the shop, laden with our rapidly growing amount of bags. 

"So how do you feel about it then?" I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"About what?"

"f*****g Ethan of course, I mean he's not the worse you've been with. Look at Jonah. I mean..."  I held up my index finger to pause her chat.

"No one said I had to f**k him, you said I had to act like I was."

"Yeah, but come on, he's just there. And as he has been a good boy through this horrifying shopping experience, it would be a little mean for you not to let him have test drive. But you know it's up to you, he's pretty much being served up to you on a platter, but if you don't want to..." She raised her free hand in surrender and shrugged her shoulders.

"We'll see." I sighed, walking into a shoe shop.

The moment I stepped through the door my nostrils were bombarded by the smell of leather. Blocks of wood were fixed to the walls, each had one single shoe or boot sitting on top of  it. Sophie picked some of the shoes from the wall, a black stiletto with a metal heel, a plain nude stiletto, one single biker boot and a single thigh high boot. I showed her a plain black loafer, to which she scrunched up her nose, and picked up a plain black court shoe with a smile. She handed the shoes and boots to a smartly dressed gentleman who looked her up and down with a glare.

"All of those in a size 7 please." She ignored his glares.

"Right away miss." He plastered a fake smile on his face.

Sophie headed to a shelving unit that sat in the centre of the shop, as he went to find the matching shoes. On one side of the unit were bags with matching purses. Sophie picked a black tote bag with matching purse and a cream cross body bag, that had a gold chain for a strap with matching purse. They kept they're cheaper shoes, in pairs on the other side of the unit, mainly consisting of ballet pumps and flats.

"Right you can choose one pair of comfortable shoes from here!" The man came back carrying a massive tower of boxes, that he could barely see over. He placed them over by the till area while I picked up a pair of black ballet pumps. I tried on all the shoes and headed over to the till where the man scanned all the items.

"Two thousand and forty seven pounds and eighty nine pence please." He said in an aloof manor, I could feel him eyeing me up and down as I got my bank card out. "Can I see that card please?" I huffed and handed the card to him. "And a form of ID?" I held back a snicker when I saw how taken aback he was after seeing everything matched up accordingly.

"Yeah, cos she's like mega rich." Sophie put on a fake American accent, while flicking her long red hair over her shoulder. "So if we can just pay and then we'll leave you to make your horrible little judgements in peace." He handed me back my card with an apologetic look on his face. I snatched it out of his hand (No, I wasn't going to be the bigger person here), put it into the card reader and punched in the PIN. I couldn't get out of that shop quick enough, but just as we walked out we heard a shout from behind us.

"Oi!" We turned to see Ethan, with his hands on his hips walking towards us, red faced. "Where the hell do you think you are going?!"

"Home, now." Sophie shrugged at him. "But seeing as you are here, you can take these for me." Sophie said, unloading the bags she was holding. "The big, strong man that you are." She mocked.

"Sexist much?!" I quipped.

"You left me on my own with that little leech, I thought I was here to help." He started adjusting the bags, making them easier to hold.

"Well look. You're carrying our bags, that's helping." Sophie replied. "Anyway, we thought you may have wanted to let off a bit of steam. And she looked like she was more than willing to help."

"No, she's royally pissed me off. She's whining on about why haven't I liked her stupid f*****g post. Why does she think it's OK to post that sort of s**t on there anyway?" His face was turning beetroot red and the vein in his forehead was throbbing.

"Calm down, we'll grab a coffee to go, head back to Lexi's, and then she can give you a nice long massage with her vast new collection of oils." 

His head shot to me.

"Yeah, I'm starting my own business did you not know?" I said sarcastically. " Straight after sixth form I'm gonna open my own massage parlour. A real up market place, focus on the wrinkly old business men." 

"So, how much for extras?" He laughed.

"Well, depends who it's for." He took a couple of the bags out of my hand. "Thanks. Why? Who you asking for?" I smirked.

"Well, it's always useful to know these things."

"God will you two stop flirting and hurry up. I need a coffee." She stopped outside the coffee kiosk on our way back to the car. 

I passed the remaining bags I had over to Sophie as I placed the orders.

"One latte and two americanos please." I smiled at the guy behind the counter.

"Coming right up." He said with a hypnotic smile. God I could stand and stare at him all day. His blonde hair was parted to the left, slightly covering the corner of his eye. He wasn't muscly like Ethan, but you could tell he worked out. He placed one of the coffees on the counter, letting me catch a glimpse of his name badge 'Sam'. Well hello Sam! I could feel someone leaning into my ear from behind.

"You might want to stop drooling." Sophie whispered in my ear. He turned back to us and placed the other two coffees on the counter. Sophie took the coffees, handing one of the americanos to Ethan. "Thanks Sam." She smiled and handed me the other americano, before walking off, I turned and smiled before following her out to the car.