Page 38 of Crazy for this Girl

“No, Laynee, just say what you were going to say.” I ignore her, striding through the racks of clothes and toward the exit of the store.

I’m getting tired of her and her comments. The way she wants to possessively own me and make sure she’s my one and only. She already drags me everywhere around the city because no other female deals with her and her needy butt. We’ve been friends since Freshman year, but I feel as though I’m outgrowing her.

And fast.

My phone buzzes in my hand and I don’t have to guess who it is. Which is really the only person I want to speak to for the rest of the day that doesn’t drive my blood pressure up.

CAL: You’re always so mean to me, Laynee. I’m going to need counseling when we’re older.

LAYNEE: Sorry. Shopping makes me cranky.

CAL: Weren’t you just at the mall last weekend?

LAYNEE: Yep.

CAL: Hannah need a bigger shirt for her big-ass head or something?

I chuckle, getting a weird look from the kid on the other side of the Pretzel Palace counter, but I disregard it. “Salted pretzel with cheese, please.”

He gapes at me like I’m stupid. His shaggy blonde hair that is in desperate need of a haircut, blocking half of his eyes but not the crappy look he’s directing my way. “And did you want something to drink with that or…what?”

The way he says it, the attitude that easily protrudes off his lips mixed with my mini-fight with Hannah, I knit my eyebrows like he’s the moron. “Did I ask for one?”

Pretzel Boy’s jaw twitches before he pivots and grabs my stupid snack.

LAYNEE: I should hook her up with this pretzel boy. They both look at me like I’m an idiot.

CAL: Why?

LAYNEE: Not sure. Do I look stupid? (Serious question)

CAL: Nah, that’s why I’m completely thrown off with some music choices.

LAYNEE: LOL. C’mon, give me the name of that band.

CAL: I seriously have no idea which one you’re talking about.

LAYNEE: Name some.

CAL: Do you have all night?

LAYNEE: Yeah.

CAL: Geezus…

CAL: My Chemical Romance.

LAYNEE: I know who My Chemical Romance is.

CAL: Story of the Year.

LAYNEE: Mhm…no. I need like the song and the band.

CAL: Are you serious?

LAYNEE: Dead.

CAL: We’ll be here until I see you next summer.

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