She exhaled deeply and grinned from ear to ear.
Christy Arlington had always been the center of attention. The most sought after girl in her school, ever since puberty that is, and she knew it. She never had a problem finding a date for anything, and she never had to ask. That was a good thing too because she would never ask. She was Christy Arlington after all. She couldn't remember a day when a boy hadn't at least attempted to ask her out. Not a single day.
She used the word "attempted" because a good portion of the boys became nervous and began to stutter when they approached her with the intention of asking her out. They would smile stupidly and carry on in another direction. Usually, mumbling under their breath. Even the most popular boys couldn't keep their attention on anything else when Chisty was around - she knew that too.
But... this ASSHOLE, this nappy-toothed, nappy-haired, nappy-skinned, grotesque clothed, creepy degenerate freak of a human male had the audacity to pretend that she didn't even exist. As if she was not standing there, at that precise moment, pestering him to turn on the damn gas pump so she could get some friggin' gas.
Actually, she thought, he hasn't completely erased me from his reality. Because, since she approached the counter, he hadn't looked at anything other than her breasts. She hadn't even seen him blink.
She was used to boys staring at her breasts. It made her uncomfortable every time, but it was one of those things that she couldn't escape. She had no intention of dressing like an old lady. So, she weighed the pros and cons and decided she would have to learn to deal with immature boys trying to look down my shirt sometimes. She had learned to use this to her advantage. Usually, boys would just give her anything she asked for. Hoping to be rewarded with her phone number. Sometimes they wanted more than that. It made her think less of them, but she didn't refuse the special treatment.
This loser definitely isn't getting my number. Evidently, he was lingering in some deep subconsciousness and had no grasp on the here and now anyway. No matter what she did she couldn't break his trance. He just stood there lightly swaying side to side and back and forth, not making a sound, just staring blankly at her chest. Or, maybe, not at my chest.
"Hey", she hadn't been paying attention to the clerk. She had been in a daze of her own. There was a certain amount of shock on her brain. Residual confusion from the movie she had watched before stopping for gas. Something about a COP investigating a school bombing. It turned out to be some type of supernatural occurrence. Along with some psycho sacrificing children in an attempt to open a doorway to the dark dimension. She still hadn't completely grasped the whole concept. She was definitely going to have to watch it again. It was one of those types of movies. She wouldn't mind.
He was still staring at her chest and it was becoming increasingly annoying. She crossed her arms over her breasts. This did nothing to deter his stare. She leaned out of his direct line of sight and he didn't follow her. She wondered if he had been staring at her at all. For a moment she thought that he actually did not know she was there. Was he simply staring at nothing, she wondered, have I simply stood in his way? She shoved that epiphany aside quickly. Her fragile self-esteem couldn't handle such a realization. She could not accept going completely unnoticed. Especially by someone so far beneath her on the social scale.
"Hey, loser. What is wrong with you? Are you retarded or something? Did you forget to take your pills? Am I speaking too quickly for you?" She finished the sentence miming sign language and drawing out the words for added context. She found it hilarious. "Fffoooooooooorrrrrr yyyyyooooooouuuuuuu". She giggled out loud. He offered no response. She removed one arm from across her chest and brought it to within inches of his face. She snapped her thumb and middle finger together making a clicking sound.
"Hey"
Click.
"Hello"
Click, click.
"Loser," she clenched her jaw hard. Her patience had worn thin. She had become extremely irritated. I could just leave and get gas down the road, or tomorrow. Something in her subconscious wouldn't allow her to leave. Perhaps her father didn't give her enough attention and now she couldn't accept any boy not giving her theirs. Or, maybe her father had given her too much attention and she had become so accustomed to it that she couldn't accept any boy not giving her theirs. No matter what the explanation, she was intrigued by this weirdo and against her better judgment she ignored her inner voice and did not go.
"Are you on drugs asshole?" She screamed directly into his face.
