09. the bully at target

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Throughout my teenage years, I've had about a total of 5 bras only. It's hard looking for a good bra that fits just about right. My bras are kind of old and worn out.

So here I am, currently in the bra section of Target, flipping through the rack to find a good bra. I like simple plain ones.

Out of the blue, a hand hold up a black lace bra to my face. I look up to the hand's owner and my eyes widen in shock to see that it's none other than Corbin Foxx with a devilish grin.

I step back a few feet in embarrassment and nervousness that he's with me in the bra section.

"What are you doing here?" I asks, my face rushing with warmth out of nervousness.

"It's a public place. Anyone can be here," he respond casually.

He hand me the bra but quickly change his mind and takes it back, "Actually, you don't need to wear it. It saves time from unhooking it."

His comment makes me even more embarrassed and uncomfortable. I can feel the heat rushing to my face. I probably look like a tomato right now.

"Pervert," I said and leave the bra section. I can hear Corbin's footsteps following after me.

He finally caught up and step in front of me, making me stop in my track. "We've only got a week left so let's try to be civil and get to know each other."

Civil?

I almost burst out into laughter at the thought.

"Hi, I'm Corbin Foxx." He hold out his hand for me to shake. I look at his hand in the air then to him, confused.

"I'm trying to start over by introducing myself to you," he explained then grin mischievously, "Unless you want to do it the French way." He drop his hand and lean in to give me a cheek to cheek kiss. I lean back and push his face away from mine with a disgusting look.

I move back a little as he is getting too close to me. With a sigh, I give in. "Fine. Hello, I'm Hazel Reyes. Nice to meet you." I hold out my hand for him to shake. He grin widely before shaking my hand.

It's the first time I've held his hand.

I let go of it and wipe my hand on my shirt. You never know what he's been doing what that hand.

He notices, "Am I that disgusting to you?"

I shrug, "It doesn't hurt to be careful. Who knows, I might've contracted something from you." Corbin glare at me.

I casually ignore him. I'm so used to his glare by now that I'm not even fazed by it anymore.

"You should really stop glaring at people. It gives off the impression that you want to murder everyone you look at."

Judging by the shock look on his face, he's taken aback at my statement. "Maybe I do."

I ignore his response and asked, "So, where are we going?"

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