The male frowned and looked me up and down. Confusion filled his eyes because he couldn't seem to know who I was. "Do I know you? Why are you even here? I thought I had paid people to keep "normal" people out." He sneered in disgust, and I could tell that he was basing me off of my school t-shirt and jeans.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Maybe because I come here sort of often to get clothing for someone." I turned to look at Billy who was looking at us curiously. "Does he have any orders that I need to get? I don't want to come back, again for a couple of weeks."

"I'll check," Billy said. He nodded his head before scampering off. I watched as his shoulders sagged in relief, and I was sure that he liked being away from whatever this was.

I turned to look back at the male and sneered in disgust. "And, you are the one that almost ran me over this morning, remember? Oh, guess what? Soap and water can make us beautiful."

"Wait, you almost got ran over?" Ethan asked. He took a step forward until he was behind me. "Why didn't you tell me?" Anger and hurt were evident in his voice, and I could tell that "big" brother mode was activated.

"It slipped my mind," I mumbled. "Now, who the hell are you to think that you are so much important than others?"

Gray eyes raised an eyebrow. There was a bit of shock and admiration in his eyes before he made himself look bored. "You don't know me?"

I mimicked him and raised an eyebrow. I had the urge to fold my arms across my chest and jut out a hip, but I didn't. "Am I supposed to?"

"Yes. You are a teenage female. You watch romance movies. I am in most of the romance moves that you have watched."

I scrunched up my nose and shook my head in disgust. "Sorry, I can't say that I watch "romance" movies. I don't know who you are."

"Does Drew Barren ring a bell?" the male from before asked.

"Barren, yes. My parents are hosting the Barren's tonight, which ruins my night of pigging out with my best friend and watching scary movies."

"We are going to be with the Willis's tonight. Who are you?"

I mocked bowed. "Christina Willis," I said, sarcastically. I hated saying my name as Willis, and I knew that when I turned eighteen, I wanted to change my name to be legally Prescott. I loved my grandmother, and the main reason was that she had a level head on her body and had basically raised me with the help of Ethan's mom. "At your service."

***

The male, Drew, snorted. He looked me up and down and sneered, not believing that I was their daughter. "Really? You are the daughter of Josh and Danielle Willis? Who died and made you believe that?"

"No one," I replied. "I am just the "bastard" child of them." I made jazz hands, making Ethan snicker. "Whoopedoo."

"I'm Marcus," the male said. He took my hand and kissed it. "It is nice to meet you." He sent me a charming smile and I couldn't help but think that he was either a pervert or a huge ass flirt.

"Nice to meet you too," I said, uncomfortable with him holding my hand. I got my hand out of his grasp and gave him a forced smile. I had the sudden urge to wipe my hand on my jeans but didn't. I hated being touched by people I didn't know, even though I was a boxer and a fighter.

"Now, I understand as to why you don't like WIllis's clothing line," Marcus added. "However, I do think that you should try Barren's clothing." He looked me up and down, making me feel a bit uncomfortable. "Or you could try modeling items."

I shook my head. "Nah, not interested in that." I looked around to spy Billy holding three suits that belonged to my father. "Now, if you'll excuse us, Ethan has to go changed, so we can leave." I started to walk towards Billy, knowing full well that he wouldn't come towards us. I turned to look at Drew and smirked. "Oh, and Cupcake, next time, don't try to run me over. The next time that you do, I will punch you where it hurts."

"I don't think you will be able to do that, Sweetheart," he drawled out. "And don't call me "Cupcake"."

I didn't say a word but flicked him the bird. I was still going to call him "Cupcake" and I was sure that he knew that by the fact that he called me a bitch behind my back. Oh, you have no idea, I thought. You have no idea at all.