Well, the interview lagged on and on. Finally, we were released.
I stepped off the stage with the others.
"Hey Kris." someone called, and I groaned.
"Yeah?" I asked, turning around.
"Um. Can I have your none phumber?" Dave asked, and shook his head in disgust. "Can I have your phone number?"
My face crinkled in disbelief, and I turned giving the others a incredulous look. Was this guy for real? Judging by the way he's rated my C cup wonders, I guess he is. (*AN: I've forgotten how big C cup is... fair sized? [Gimme a break. I come from a big family... uh yeah.] Whatever. Kris is fairly normal. Not a tiny girl, but not huge, either.*)
I nearly laughed in his face. "I don't have a number." I told him, and walked away.
"What a dork." Jamie muttered as we were escorted out.
"Right on." I murmered back, watching Taylor march away. Why is he so angry?