Meet Mallory summers.

As I stomped out of the library in fury, I jabbed the buttons of my cell phone and dialed for my number one retail therapy partner; Mallory.

“Hello? May I speak to Mallory summers please?” I said the minute the call was picked up.

“Yea, hang on for a sec.” A cool female voice replied.

“MALLORY! PHONE!” She shrieked.

I was startled by Mallory’s elder sister who was at the end of the line that I held my phone at an arm’s length away from me. It was a good thing that I had a firm grip on my phone; else I most probably would have dropped it. If I do, I will have to get this one with my own cash, considering that I “accidentally” dropped the last one too many times till it crashed on me.

“Hey, hey, hey! This is Mallory, who’s that on the line?” A bright cheery voice boomed through the receiver.

“Hey, Mal, it’s me, Lenna. Just called to ask you if you wanted to hang at the mall?” please say yes, please say yes! I thought as I crossed my fingers in hope.

“Yea, sure! I will go get ready. See you in 10 at the park.”

“Okay, bye” I did a little happy dance in my head and hung up the phone. Mallory was my absolute friend for almost 4 years now; she was in my home class when I got transferred to Wilkins Ville and most of my classes as well. I guess you could say that we clicked and has got along well ever since.

It was a good thing that the city of Wilkins Ville was such a tiny one, you can arrange to meet a friend or head over to their place easily. I thought as I waited for Mallory in the park. The only down point about this was that, if you wanted to avoid anyone, you’d have to go to the next town which was 10 kilometers away. As I was thinking about that, a thought struck me; “You’d most probably run into that arse if he is from anywhere around here. Since Wilkins Ville is such a small town...” I dismissed that thought as fast as it had come.

It was almost impossible that he was from the town. Judging from his appearance, he should either is of the same age or slightly older than I am. Plus, there is only one high school and I haven’t seen him around. Being the person that he is, as in his looks, he’d make the headlines of the school newspaper if he ever transfers to my school. Well, enough of him already, I need some thorough retail therapy to get that “THING” cleansed out of my head. Even though, he was such a good looking “THING”. What a waste too! But then again, if he had a great personality plus those looks, he’d “kill” many in the aspect of the “love battlefield”...

A hard pat on the back brought me back to reality. I turned and realising it was Mallory, I got up and told her “Let’s go!”

“It’s time to spend till our wallets burst! OOOHH! Hey Lenna, I saw an awesome pair of boots the other day, let’s go have a look at them and tell me if they suit me alright? Hope it doesn’t make me look too, tough” She said jokingly.

I laughed in reply to what she said. Mallory is 5 feet 2, red headed, big eyes and rather slender. She was one of those lucky few who were born with straight hair. Unlike me, who has to get mine fixed every 2 to 3 months, before it gets too unmanageable.

We chatted carelessly as we walked to the mall. I was rather surprised at myself for not bringing the library incident up to her. Perhaps it was better this way. I would most probably have no chance of running into that guy again. Or so I thought.