Delilah sat primly on the edge of her seat. She was staring longingly at the clock. There were only three minutes left of class, but it seemed to be dragging on forever. Impatiently, Delilah listened to Mr. Seltik drone on about their reading material for the weekend. Delilah ignored him completely. It was the end of the school day and she was ready to be free from the confines of a classroom. Delilah needed to do some shopping before the weekend parties began. She needed something new and fresh, in order to keep the attention on her. She always knew how to steal the spotlight, no matter who was in it before she arrived. A lot of the girls loathed Delilah because of her classic beauty and conceitedness. It was a small price to pay for the attention and popularity Delilah most often had. Of course, the guys were a different story entirely. There were a few who were afraid to approach Delilah, mostly because of her superior attitude. However, many of the boys lusted after Delilah. It wasn't as if she were unattainable, though. To some, yes. But not all. Delilah was a a sexual creature, but she often sought out her own prey. She still had yet to be declined by whomever she might offer and it only continued to feed her ego.

At last, the clock ticked to 8 o'clock. Delilah didn't even wait for Mr. Seltik to dismiss the class. Instead, she rose and hurried for the door. The last thing she saw before escaping from the room was Mr. Seltik's irritated expression. Delilah didn't care, though. She was free, free! She wouldn't see the grumpy, old teacher again until monday. By then, it was likely that he'd have forgotten her having rushed from his classroom. With that pleasant thought in mind, Delilah worked her way through the crowd, heading toward her locker. Unfortunately, everyone kept stopping her to chat or discuss a party or just to say hi. Normallky, Delilah would be loving all the attention she was recieving. However, she was becoming quite irritated with everyone. All she wanted to do was get out of here and hit up the mall. Delilah cut a few conversations short and completely ignored three or four people, but she didn't care if the held it against her. She needed to shop, for chrissakes!

With a sigh of relief, Delilah finally made it to her locker. She quickly twisted the lock and opened it. The door slid open albeit it creaked discouragingly. Delilah ignored the sound and fished out the few books she thought she'd need over the weekend. Tossing the rest in there, she slammed the locker door and rushed for her car. This time, Delilah completely ignored anyone who tried to get her attention; pretending not to hear or see them. She was starting to get blisters from the heels she was wearing; heels that clicked against the tile floor. Delilah only hoped she had a different pair of shoes in her car. Otherwise, her feet would be too sore to walk after trooping around the mall for a few hours. She was relieved to find a pair of comfortble flip-flops in her back seat. Delilah turned her key in the ignition and started her car. She swerved around most of the end-of-the-day-traffic and was out of the parking lot in record time. Delilah turned on her radio and hummed along to "Skater Boy" by Avril Lavigne.

The mall was only a few blocks from the school. As Delilah arrived in the parking lot, she was pleased to see that the place looked rather slow today. That meant she'd have room to maneuver in the mall without bumping elbows with some creep or angry stranger. Delilah parked in a spot near the entrance and killed the engine. She studied her reflection in her rear-view mirror. She dabbed on some extra lip-gloss and touched up her eyeliner. Smiling in satisfaction, Delilah smoothed a brush through her hair. Then she climbed from her car and locked it. So happy she could skip, Delilah headed for the entrance. Some random guy held the door for her and she smiled a thank you. Then Delilah was finally where she'd wanted to be since she awoke that morning. The mall.