"Small Cappacino, please?" I asked the barista behind the counter, who nodded and wrote my order on a piece of paper.
"It'll just be a few minutes." She smiled.
I went to hand her a five dollar bill, when Nathaniel pulled back my hand gently and handed her a ten.
He just grimly smiled at me, and received his change from the lady.
"How does over there, look?" I asked, pointing to the corner of the Coffee shop.
He nodded, and let me lead the way. I sat down near the wall, and watched him take his seat across from me. Awkward silence fell over us, as I scratched at a dent in the table. Maybe this was a bad idea, I thought.
"So, what got you into Law? I thought you were heading into the direction of Veterinary school." He spoke up,
"Yeah, well..Lucy-" I paused, "You remember Lucy, right?"
He nodded.
I continued, "Lucy said Law school was more money-enriching."
"Did you even want to do Law?" Nathaniel asked, his tone having a bit of edge in it.
I parted my lips to respond snarkily, when a waiter saved the moment and stood at our table with our drinks.
I smiled, and took the drink in my cold hands. Autumn was a chilly time in New York. "It's fine-I like it anyway."
Nathaniel just nodded.
"So what about you, Mr. Sky?" I asked with a cheeky grin. "How did you get into Law? Last time I heard, you didn't want to go to College."
He chuckled, the tension easing at the table. "Yeah, well I didn't. But my-" he stopped himself short, swallowing.
I just raised a questioning eyebrow, not trying to press him.
"My fiancé urged me to apply late. She had, um, good connections with the Deans so with my SAT scores, and her recommendation, I got in quickly."
Fiancé. I didn't know why a twinge of something felt off in my stomach.
"Fiancé." I repeated, with a forced smile. "How'd you meet her?"
He shifted uncomfortably, gazing into my eyes with a look of something. "She was the daughter of a friend of my mothers."
"When are you getting married?" I found myself asking.
"Next year. It was a fast proposal so.." He trailed off, taking a sip of his black coffee.
"How have you been?" Nathaniel asked seriously, changing the subject.
"Fine," I smiled. "I've been fine. You know, everything is really the same. Lavender still has her apartment."
"She does?" He brightened. "I haven't seen her in so long.."
"Two a half years." I confirmed suddenly, strange irritation growing in the pit of my body as I set my eyes beyond the glass of the window. "It's been two and a half years."
His smile was replaced with a look of sadness, and he leaned forward to murmur lowly, "I'm sorry. For everything."
"I think it's a little too late for that, Nathaniel." I said easily, finally meeting his eyes, hardness plastered into my expression.
"I know I didn't handle it properly-"
"You didn't." I interrupted, actually meeting his eyes.
He put down his coffee, wincing. "I never apologized."
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The Run ©2014 Sydney Wray
Teen Fiction"Who the hell are you?" A boy demanded. He had tousled, chestnut hair. His green eyes were wide with confusion and red from irritation. The boy was also shirtless, paired with red and blue striped boxers. He was, after all, attractive. His abs shown...
