Noah's Lifeline

Bahama Blue Blast

Author's Spill: this chapter is dedicated to everyone that has commented and voted! !! I hope you enjoy this chapter <3

*sorta edited bc I was too excited too write*

Zahra's POV

This was sick. And not the kind of sick those Cali surfers from out of state bragged about to whichever fawning freshman would listen.

Here I stood in line behind a group of these
drunk-ish friends at the juice bar, wishing I was anywhere else.

While they were just as happy as can be on their various socials, I had something sharp pressed to my backside to keep me in line and quiet.

Whoever this guy behind me was - he didn't mess around. He told me to act normal when the barista asked what I 'desired' and made his point with a sharp poke to my spine.

I 'desired' to get the heck out of here and make some flash cards before the official first day of classes. I desired to decorate my desk with the new custom pieces I'd recently been gifted.

Above all I really missed Cartier and desired his companionship right about now too.

But alas, my plan had been shot to the stars and I was instead being coerced into picking a stupid flavor in effort to be "cool" and inconspicuous to the people around us.

With that in mind, I decided to actually scan the menu and was now stuck in between Cool Cucumber Colada and Bahama Blue Blast.

Two distinct flavors. Two distinct Zahras. I  could either have the guy behind me to perceive me as a wave: lulling and unassuming from a distance but destructive when you get too deep as curtesy of Blue Bahama Blast.

Or as cool and composed as a cucumber. Unwavering but contains a strong vibe that can be adaptable to anything curtesy of Cucumber Colada. Who did I need to be tonight?

I remembered what Legacy would say which that made the decision easier.

With a smile I requested, " A Bahama Blue Blast, please. Extra blast."

I heard the gruff exasperation from behind me and took note with an internal grin. I had definitely made the right choice this time.

I zoned out on whatever he ordered after making sure to leave my twenty on the counter for our drinks as promised.

Every party in the quaint restaurant seemed  super intimate which made me extremely uncomfortable considering my own experience at this very moment. In a different scenario maybe I'd like to get to know him intimately....

Wishful thinking, Zahra

I was sitting right across from him now in the booth furthest from everyone else and had been paying him no real mind since we sat down.

Our table number was the only thing in between us so maybe I could bolt if he turned out to be a real psycho. The exit was about 6 feet from where we sat so my odds were decent.

Still lost in my thoughts, I jumped as a huge hand dove into my peripheral view. An agitated hand at that.

If he wanted answers so bad, I was about to give some. I cut my eyes to his and noticed them widen  at the contact.

"I'm a friend of a friend that goes to school with Lauren. She needed a ride home so I did that. Are you happy now? There's no big mystery here -"

I paused to take in his expression carefully but was met with hard eyes searching my own. The hairs on his forearm seemed to be standing on edge and crackled in sync with the tension from our booth.