Heather grabbed my hand and towed me out of the room. I groaned deeply, cursing under my breath. I saw her jet black hair fly backwards in the sudden gust of wind.
"Where are we going again?" I muttered, trying to make conversation.
"Out," She mumbled back. My plan to make conversation? UH-UH. Not working.
"So, has Anna said anything?" It slipped out my mouth! Dammit! She turned her head towards me.
We turned into the bustling streets of the town, and I saw Heather's feet change direction towards a big sign, reading; 'Primark.' People flooded out at half the speed they pushed themselves in. How in the world do they all fit in there?! I groaned again and Heather shot a glare at me.
"What?" I said, louder this time. She shook her head.
"Nothing." She smiled a crooked smile. A boy, no older than 13, shoved into Heather as he walked past. Her smile fell and her eyebrows moved together as she ambled toward him. I followed her.
"Oi." She shouted. His head snapped round and I slid in front of Heather.
"What d'you think you're doing, eh?" I whispered under my breath. He could hear me. I towered over him, my muscles bulging.
"Woah, back off." He murmured, then legged it away from us. Heather glanced evilly at me again.
"What?!" I said, with more force than before.
"Should've let me do that. I can handle things, Jake." I rolled my eyes dramatically.
"Heather, he wouldnt've been scared of you."
"You haven't seen me when I'm angry," She mumbled, her head drifting to the side.
A grin broke out on my tanned face as I snickered.