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Marcus dragged me into the Abercrombie store against my will. Prep clothes??? Since when were �decent clothes� all preppy? �Stop fighting Nick. I�d be so much faster and easier if you�d just do what you�re supposed to do. Then you can go back to your hotel room and sulk.� I stared at the ground. It was her! Why did she run off? Did she not recognize me? She looked in a hurry, but she had to know it was me; otherwise, she wouldn�t have just said �check Ryan out�. It wouldn�t have made any sense if she didn�t know I knew who Ryan was. I hadn�t remembered his name, but� yeah, that was the guy on the cd. �Plus, this was where all those bags Kara was carrying came from. Maybe they can tell us something.� My head shot up. He wants me to find her too? �I�m tired of you moping around all the time, so yeah. I�m doing this for me. So you�ll shut up. And plus, she was kinda cool.� It was impossible to suppress the smile that lit up my face. Without thinking, I jumped on him, enveloping him in a hug inside the foyer of the A&F store. �Thank you!� �Shortie, get the hell off of me before I kick your ass!� I jumped back before he had a chance to deck me. Looking around, I caught the entire store staring at us. Laughing I waved at everyone, grinning bigger when I heard Marcus groan behind me. �Find some clothes and then we�ll ask questions.� Turning back around, I studied him. �Or� how �bout you pick out the clothes and I�ll ask the questions.� He glared at me. �I have horrible taste in clothes, you know that. Whatever you pick, I�ll wear, promise. And obviously you know what the hell I�m supposed to wear anyway. Please?� Marcus rolled his eyes before slightly nodding his head and walking off. Grinning, I started to search for a female employee that might give into my so-called �charm�. I caught sight of a high school-aged blonde behind the counter. Surveying her attitude as I sauntered up to her, I figured flirting was my best bet. When she saw me, her face lit up. �Oh my gosh! My little sister is sooooo in love with you!� I groaned inside. Okay, maybe just asking questions would be a better tactic. �Um� yeah, so, like is there anything I can do for you?� I scratched the back of my head, quickly surveying everything that was spread across the counter, as if some trace of Kara had been left behind. �Actually I�m looking for a girl.� She - her nametag read Sonia - looked at me, confused. �I�m the only girl working a shift right now, so�� Looking back up at her, I squinted at her. What? �Oh� no. I�m actually talking about someone who was just in here. She�s about�� I leveled my hand with the middle of my bicep. ��this tall. Really red hair. Green eyes. Had a long black jacket on. Insanely beautiful.� Sonia smiled. �Yeah, I know her. She was in here about forty five minutes ago.� Reaching over towards a stack of fliers, she handed me one. It appeared to be an announcement for Ryan�s show. �She was picking up some clothes for him. I think she might be his assistant or girlfriend or something.� A shaggy brunette, who as if he were missing his skateboard, jumped over the counter and began ruffling through bags and discarded clothing next to Sonia. �Hey Mark. This guy is asking about the red head that�� The guy�s head shot out from under the counter, banging his forehead on his way up. Rubbing the wound gingerly, his face lit up. �Kara!� Instantly my face lit up as well. It�s amazing how she has that effect on guys. �Yeah, her.� �Yeah� what about her?� Dude� you sound way too excited about her. She�s mine! If you even think about her in anyway, I will beat you. �I need to find her.� He frowned as he studied me� to see if I was competition? �Uh, yeah. She�s going to be at the Gypsy Tea Room for Cabrera�s show. It�s on Fourth and Main. You can�t miss it. She�s acting as his assistant, I think.� I felt my lips turn up into a grin. �Thanks man!� Rushing away from the counter, I found Marcus staring intently at a pair of pants. Un uh! No way in hell I�m wearing those! �Dude, I know where she is. Forget the clothes!� Throwing what he held in his arms onto an adjacent rack, I dragged him towards the door. �Dude, Nick... what the�� |
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