34~ You're legs suck, Valerie

I should give Jack a second chance ...? I don't even think about it!

Not after what he put me through.

As soon as I leave the small stuffy room I wave the garment in the air, happy to finally be able to find a decent shirt, but at the same time hiding my perplexity, while my friends accompany me to the saleswoman:

"Finally." - Meredith shows a smile at my gesture, while the other snorts, giving me a dirty look while looking at her:

«Shopping with you is unnerving.» - she hurries to complain, but I try to fix it, leaving a light kiss on her cheek as soon as we are out of the shop.

"I'll offer you lunch in exchange." - I lower the sunglasses that until now I used to block the rebellious curls on my head, and then take a deep breath, while I invite both of them to get in the car and hurry to send a message to the nearest restaurant to order the crap we like the most, and I don't need to ask to know their preferences, as I've been dealing with them for years now.

I can afford a whim every now and then, so I don't regret clicking on the image of the double-decker cheeseburger, then settling into the seat and moving the car away from the shop in front of which I had stopped, at the exact moment when the voice of P!Nk spreads in the car, so I don't think twice before turning up the volume, casting a quick glance at Samantha and Meredith.

"On no."

If the latter rolls her eyes and starts to interrupt me, Samantha broadens her smile and nods her head, urging me to start singing with great voice:

"So, so what ?! I am a rockstar! »- I start screaming, almost trying to overcome the volume of the song, followed by Samantha, who imitates me carrying a bottle to her lips as if it were a microphone.

I burst out laughing when Meredith plugs her ears with her fingers, looking out the window to distract herself, but her eyes widen when I stop suddenly and her head bangs in the window:

"Sorry, honey!" - I exclaim, screaming to overcome Pink's voice, but as soon as she realizes that we have arrived she hurries out of the car, this time making Samantha laugh, while she raises an arm in my direction to put a high five.

After having satisfied her I decide to come back to my senses and hurry to get out of the car, with a crazy hunger that I've never felt before that asshole of my roommate began to force me to eat.

My dietician would advise me to move if she knew how much I ate in the last three days, but I'm so inexplicably in a good mood today that I won't let anyone ruin my day, also because I don't often spend time with Meredith and Samantha , either for work or because the latter cannot leave the children alone, while today she wanted to take advantage of the fact that they are both on a trip.

The sun, among other things, today shines more than ever, so much that even the skirt starts to bother me, so I decide to take it off and let it slip to the ground as soon as I enter the house, sure that at this time neither Ian nor his friend will be home, while Meredith and Samantha is not the first time they have watched me walk around the house in my underwear, especially on hot days like today.

"You seem like a tomboy sometimes." - Meredith complains with her shy voice, but she has to thank me that I still have the shirt on, which fortunately comes just under my ass, making me feel comfortable, so I show my tongue to my friend at the exact moment when Samantha slams the door behind her, but without moving while she watches me walk towards the kitchen.

I open the refrigerator trying to find something cool to drink, but I make a face when I realize it is filled with bottles of beer and other bottles filled with a red liquid that I dare not try.

I bite my lower lip when I realize that it's time to go shopping, but having no other choice, I decide to steal three beers from Ethan without thinking twice, at the exact moment when the sound of the doorbell echoes in the living room.

I run my eyes over the label to make sure they are low in alcohol, feeling even more hungry, even though my fast-food service has never been faster.

«Er ... Valerie?» - Samantha's voice tries to attract my attention, as I turn my back to her and feel the air coming from the door freezing my legs:

"What is it?" - I ask absently, while Meredith clears her throat, but instead of giving attention to my friends I hurry to open the bottle to taste the liquid, finally deciding to turn around with my lips attached to the beer bottle, but I widen my eyes when I realize that in front of Samantha, at the threshold of the door, there are Ian and Ethan, but if the first one x-rays my whole body with his lips parted in amazement, the blond bastard has his hands closed in two fists and pierces me with his eyes, without even placing his eyes on my legs, and then throws a long fierce look at his friend, pointing his index finger at him:

"Don't look at her." - his hoarse voice is so full of annoyance that it makes me clench my jaw at his authoritarian attitude, so much that Ian raises his hands in the air in surrender and turns his back to me, while Ethan ducks to the floor to grab my skirt and takes quick steps in my direction, but instead of being intimidated I lean my side against the kitchen counter, looking him straight in the eye as my legs come out more evident, then throw my head back to sip the liquid with a tremendous taste at the exact moment in which he towers over me in all his height and tries to threaten me with his annoyed grimace:

"Cover yourself." - his sounds like an order, as he puts the garment on the marble of the kitchen without taking his eyes off mine, but I take the opportunity to shrug my shoulders with indifference, determined to counter him in every way, and then press his lips in anger when he hastens to grab the neck of the beer bottle, brushing my fingers for a thousandth of a second, then pulling the beer away from my hand without thinking twice.

"Your legs suck, Valerie." - I open my mouth to his words, ready to give him a loud slap, but as soon as I lift my hand, as if he had read my thoughts, he grabs my wrist to keep it down and squeezed between his fingers.

"No. He didn't mean it."-Samantha puts her hand to her mouth, almost amused by Ethan's attitude, but at the same time worried about my reaction.

"Cover up." - he repeats, this time with a more hoarse voice and pressing the skirt against my stomach, but if I don't answer him it's only because I don't find bad words strong enough to scream at him, so I grab the skirt with a snap, cursing in a low voice when I realize that Ian is still present behind him and I don't want to bring out the worst side of me in front of the dark guy, so I reach down to put on the garment without ceasing to threaten Ethan, who is looking at me satisfied and with the same proud grimace.

Asshole!

I would like to punch him right now, at this very moment, instead of just watching him bring my beer between his lips to drink from the same bottle that was stuck to my mouth a few seconds ago.

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