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“What the fucking hell is this shit?” Ryder held up the offending material with an expression that bordered between a scowl and a grimace.

I rolled my eyes and swapped it from his hand.

“Don’t just dangle it for the whole world to see,” I hissed, throwing it back in the bag.

It had taken us two hours to find a shopping mall that was actually opened. Even then, only a handful of stores actually had their lights on.

Ronan and Ryder had insisted on taking me out shopping. Apparently, Ryder had a thing (*cough* fetish *cough*) for clothes, and Ronan was there for damage control.

“Somebody needs to rein my brother in,” he had told me. I had laughed, doubting that Ryder could be as bad as Ronan had claimed him to be.

I was right; he was worse.

“Who the fuck pays seventy dollars for a bra?” Ronan added, loudly enough to garner the attention of the two other shoppers in the small clothing store.

“Shush,” I hissed, maneuvering through the collection of clothes. I had insisted that the boys wait outside while I picked up some undergarments, but my suggestion only held weight for approximately twenty seconds until they got bored and followed me inside.

Now, they were providing commentary about every single fucking movement I made and item I grabbed.

“It’s so tiny.” Ryder held up the offending thong yet again. “Does it even, like, cover stuff?”

“Of course it covers stuff, you noob!” Ronan snapped.

“But why would you pay so much for so little?” Ryder seemed to be struggling to wrap his head around this concept.

“Oh my god! Shut up!” I slapped both boys on the head, one after another. Nothing I did seemed to deter them. I wondered if they had made it their life mission to humiliate me.

“Maybe they accidentally put the wrong price tag on this...thing.” Ryder held the thong between his thumb and pinkie, an expression of distaste marring his handsome features.

Despite the fact that I had long ago moved away from that section and was now looking at pajamas, the boys wouldn’t let it go. It was almost as if they took the price of the underwear personally.

“Underwear is always that expensive,” I sighed.

“I can get like twenty pairs for this price,” Ronan said in horror. “This is so wrong.”

“You should see the price of our feminine products,” I muttered.

“The volcano eruption?” Ryder asked, aghast.

“The river of red?” Ronan added.

“Devil’s birthday?”

“Cranberry juice?”

“Enough!” I said, throwing my hands into the air in exasperation. There was only so much I could take from these boys before I lost my mind. “You guys can discuss my period. I’m going to the changing room.”

“Here! Try this on!” Ryder said before I could escape, tossing a pair of jeans into my arms. I put the items I had picked out for myself down on a display rack and grabbed the jeans Ryder wanted me so desperately to wear.

They looked as if they were made for a Barbie doll. Did people seriously wear jeans that small? I didn’t know if I should feel flattered or appalled.

Ronan, thankfully, came to my rescue. “Those won’t fit her, you idiot! Here, Addie, try these on.” He had been browsing the same collection of designer jeans Ryder had and found the same pair in a bigger size.

Ronan was officially my favorite...

Until I looked at the jeans in question.

They looked as if they could fit two of me, if not more. I gritted my teeth together, resisting the urge to curse both of the boys to hell and back.

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