Chapter Three – SHOES!!! And a little Imprinting….
Anelise’s POV (the awesomely cool one)
“SHOES!!!” I couldn’t help it. They were just there. And they were purple. Peep toes. With polka-dots.
I ran into the shoe store, nearly taking out a poor woman with her 7 year old daughter. Oh well. SHOES.
Courtney and Quinn leaned over my shoulder, staring at the other shoes on display.
“Ooooooooh. Red. Black. SPARKLY!” Courtney whispered reverently.
“Oh. Shoes. Wow. Can we go look at some hoodies now?” Quinn’s bored voice broke our semi-trance with the amazingly sparkly shoes, and we stared at her in horror. There was a long, awkward silence, before Courtney started to whisper.
“How could she say that?”
“She must be mental. Don’t worry, we can cure her.”
“What the hell is wrong with you guys? I can still hear you!” She shouted.
I had never heard such blasphemy. From QUINN, it was treason!!
“If you guys don’t stop creeping on shoes, I will take away BOTH of your hats.” We gasped. “PERMANENTLY.”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” We both screamed.
“Not the hats. Never the hats!” Marie came out of nowhere, a tragically terrified look on her face. “ANYTHING but the hats!!” With that, she ran away, maybe back to where she came from. That was cool; I always heard Narnia was a nice place.
“Quinn!” Courtney yelled without warning. “HOODIES!!”
“Where?” She started running in circles. “Where the hoodies?” And then ran off. To where, we don’t know. Well, probably to a clothing store, but still. Who knows which one.
Courtney’s POV (the wickedly awesome one)
We walked out of the store sometime later with at least two pairs of shoes each. Mine were so freaking wicked it wasn’t even funny.
“What next?” I asked Annie. She just shrugged and hit the brim of my hat over my eyes. I swear it’s a nervous twitch of hers.
Annie just giggled and started skipping. Ya, skipping is what all the cool people do, you know? ‘Cause if you don’t, learn quickly. “Books………..”
I gasped. YES!!!! I don’t know why I didn’t think of it. Like seriously, I WORK at Chapters. Which means money. Which also means Twilight stuff. Which ALSO means more to add on to my collection.
Oh, I’m a little addicted to Twilight if you didn’t know. As in I would stalk the actors in the movie if I could. And I would probably jump the actual people.
… Okay, so ya, I’m a freak.
I had almost forgotten about Quinn, but whatever. I mean, she’s a werewolf. She’ll eat anybody who tries to touch her. Not literally. At least, hopefully not.
… Now I’m scared.
Speaking of Quinn, where the hell was she?!
Oh. My. God.
What if Craddock had found her?!?!?!!?
We ran around looking for Quinn, checking in every place we could think of; garbage bins, people’s shopping bags, coffee cups, under wickedly awesome hats that we had to admire for several moments, and of course, in shoe stores.
But she was nowhere to be found.
“Hey guys!!! Come look at this!!!”
Wow. I had never seen so many people in front of this store before. I mean, come on, it was Lulu Lemon; their stuff was crap and WAY over expensive.
But today there was a huge-ass crowd, and they seemed to be looking at something on the floor. Probably a puppy or something, one of those little tiny itsy bitsy Paris Hilton purse puppies that look like you could kill them if you look at them too hard.
I started to turn away, until I heard a deep, masculine voice coming from the middle of the crowd.
“Help!! Help!! Oh God, someone help me!! They’re raping me!!”
“Oh no!” I screamed. I mean, normally I wouldn’t help them or anything, but come on. You never know who’s under there. I was curious.
I shoved aside girls of all ages (including a toddler) and had to drop kick a few out of my way. I pulled some hair, which I’m not proud of, but what works, works.
FINALLY, I got to the centre of the horde, and what I saw there completely blew my mind.
It was Jacob (with sexy short hair), and he was squirming on the ground, weakly flailing his arms while wailing, “Stop! Stop it!”
“What the hell?” I cried, and quickly took out some Marilyn Manson (who is amazing) and blasted it from a boom box. Don’t ask. The girls surrounding him shrieked and ran, holding their hands over their ears and screaming in high pitched voices.
He started to get up, and dusted himself off. “Oh my God, thank you SO much! I wasn’t sure what they were going to do with…..” His voice trailed off as he caught sight of my face. “HOLY SHIT IT’S YOU!!” He screamed joyfully.
“Umm, I’ve never met you before, but okay….well at least not face to face.” I was mildly freaked out, but I don’t really mind if Jacob is my stalker, I mean really. He’s HOT!!!
He jumped and grabbed me, swinging me around ii dizzying yet really fun circles (hehe, it’s like an amusement park ride :P he could sell tickets) and screaming “FINALLY!! Who cares about Bella, now I got you!!”
Um, is it just me, or do you think he just imprinted on me?!?!?!?!?! Awesome.
This is amazing!! I came here to get away from the depressingness of having Bella be dead (I’m in Canada now, AWESOMEST PLACE ON THE EARTH), and I found my soulmate!!!
Of course, I got mobbed and nearly raped by a crowd of creepy hormonal fan girls of all ages, but still. YAY!!
I put my little mate down, and grinned at her. Without warning, she was shoved BRUTALLY out of the way, and I found a tall, red haired spaz attack right in front of me. I started to run away (she might try to rape me) but she grabbed me by the arms and shook me violently.
“WHERE IS HE?!?!?!” She screamed.
“Who?” I gasped.
“EDWARD!!! TAKE ME TO HIM!!!” She yelled back, and another, curly haired, girl popped up behind her, but she didn’t yell.
“Jasper…..” She sounded like a creepy zombie as she stared at me insanely with hugenormous eyes. “Jasper…” She repeated, tilting her head to the side and cackling.
With that, the first girl fell to the ground sobbing. “Why? Why won’t you take me, you cruel, cruel beast. Why?!?!”
“You better take them.” My soulmate muttered, brushing herself off. “They’ll never shut up or leave you alone otherwise. They’ll just get more violent.”
“Ummmmm…” I brightened. “We can invite them all to the wedding!”
“Yes…yes...the wedding...ha...haha…” She hedged. “Um, I’m Quinn, by the way.”
“Jacob,we know!” All three girls yelled together, and then the other two resumed crying and screaming at me to ‘take them to my leader’. Whatever.