The Coffee shop Soundtrack

Chapter 1: An encounter with Ian Somerhalder!

                "Watch it, nerd! You're such a dork."

 

                Someone sneered at me as I hug my things tightly. Well, I maybe a dork but not a straight A's student. My grades weren't that excellent but I know I was an intelligent person when it comes to some things. Anyway, back to the topic, it's really not appropriate for everybody to be rude at someone; well-known or unknown. That's what you get if you're just a "nobody" here in West Coast high. You aren't a well known student, you get insults. It sucks to be me right now. Cliché, right? Continuing myself to walk towards my locker and as well trying to ignore everyone, a tight hug or tackle greeted me.

                "Good morning Parker" I greeted her casually with my straight face. Yes, my one and only friend, Elizabeth Lyric Parker. We'd been friends since 3rd grade and she didn't leave my side since then. Elizabeth was my partner-in-crime and my trustworthy best friend. She's beautiful and pretty much taller than me. With Brown shoulder-length hair, bright hazel eyes that shines through the light, fair skin that everybody wants and a personality to die for. Oh yes, the perks of having a longtime friend, you know it's them even though your eyes are closed.

"Oh how nice of you to greet me like that, Emily." She replied sarcastically, causing myself to laugh at her. We stopped in front of our locker and grabbed our things. "How's your night, Emily?" Elizabeth asked me. As I was about to speak, she cut me off, snapping her fingers in front of my face. "Oh yeah, boring." I rolled my eyes and closed my locker. "Excuse me, reading isn't Boring. You're gaining knowledge and-"before I finish my sentence she spoke "And expanding your imagination." She said trying to mimic my voice but failed so bad. She sighed and looked at me as I open my English book. 

Well, here it goes again, the old "Live-your-life-like-a-normal-teenager" talk. "Come on, Emilia. Live your life for a moment. We're graduating next year and still" She paused and looks at me from top to bottom "You're acting like a total dork." She finished. I tried to ignore her but she wrapped her arms around me. Long story short, I was an introvert. I didn't talk to people that much and I didn't talk to people if I didn't have to or let's say I really don't want to. I wasn't the type of person who socialize.

                "I'm sorry if I said something rude but you really need to get out of your cave Emily, don't be this awkward dork forever" She mumbled, hugging me tightly. "Okay. I'll try" I sighed and awkwardly patted her back as people stare at us. She released me from her grasp and smile at me. "That's the spirit! Now let's go to first class, we don't want Mr. Lacrost to get mad at us, do we?" I nodded in agreement and went straight to English class.

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                "According to the book that you've read, what's the lesson you learned?" Mr. Lacrost's voice echoed throughout the room as the class was starting to get more bored. Well, I loved English and I didn't get bored easily, especially when it comes to English Literature. Stories, novels and poems fascinated me. Some of the students were secretly texting, some were sleeping and some were daydreaming. Just like Elizabeth whose now lost in her own dreamland. I raised my hand and Mr. Lacrost immediately called me. I stood up from my seat and looked at the book which's "Too far" by Rich Shapero.

                "The book that I read was Too Far by Rich Shapero. Uhm, in my own point of view, the story that I learned from this book is the imagination of oneself. The only constant in this world is change. We grow up, physically and mentally. As time passes by, our perspectives change and we don't stick to one idea. But if you'll look closely, our imaginations don't leave our minds. Our imaginations don't depend on our ages, even though we think maturely. Our imagination will always come whether we like it or not, like Rich Shapero for example. He's maybe a grown man when he wrote the book but his wild imagination took him somewhere out there." I spoke softly, looking up at my teacher who's now struck with my answer. He clapped his hands and smiled at me "Very well done, Ms. Lockhart." I smiled at his compliment and sat down. As the old man teaches his lesson about the book he read, a loud bang stopped him from talking. The students -who were now widely awake- looked their way towards the door. Talk about knocking.

 

                A tall, guy walked in the room waving his hand to us students, causing us to let out a short chuckle. Mr. Lacrost, who's now pissed and annoyed, gave him his best death stare —which's really funny-. Well, that was just an ordinary day here in WCH.  The bell suddenly rang and after a few seconds; the room's now empty, leaving me, Elizabeth and Mr. Lacrost behind. "Thank you Ms. Lockhart for participating in my class earlier, I owe you a high grade" Mr. Lacrost said, smiling at me. "No probs, Mr. Lacrost. We have to go, see you later!" I waved the old man goodbye, as well as Elizabeth, and went out of the room.

                The hallways were now filled with people and chatters as we walk ourselves to our next class. Sadly, Elizabeth was taking Gym while I had music. Hooray for me. We parted our ways and moved ourselves to our respective classes.

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                That feeling when your day passes by like a tortoise and you have nothing to do about it but just to wait for it to end? I wanted my day to end because I still needed to go to my favorite coffee shop and after that, procrastinate. I was still inside the library, sitting on my usual hiding place slash favorite reading spot, reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. Oh how I wished I can go out and hang with someone inside the cafeteria, but I knew it'll be such a bad Idea because first, I was a socially awkward human being who can't stand small talks (Unless if you mean something to me or we're close) second, I knew no one except for Elizabeth and third, I'll just end up reading. Thank Obama-care that the library's open. As I drown myself in my own dreamland and silent atmosphere, I placed the book on the table and drifted myself to sleep.

 Spending my time wandering around the beach, I let my bare feet sink into the warm sand, my toes playing with it. The cold air hit my face while I let my eyes watch the ocean waves flow. Without knowing, an arm snaked around my waist causing me to let out a small squeal. A deep chuckle follow afterwards as the person pulled me closer into his grasp.I turn my head around and smiled, seeing the one and only Ian Somerhalder. He leaned towards me and plant a soft kiss on my lips, making me jump insi-

 

                And then I felt a sharp pain on my back, making me hiss in pain. "Bloody hell, I'm so sorry!" An unknown voice, a guy I assume, exclaimed. Wow, what a nice way to wake me up. "Fudging fiddlesticks" I said through my gritted teeth. Hoping that this wasn't some sort of prank that was played by the jocks and queen bees, I sat back on my seat as the person who hit my back sit beside me. "I really am sorry, miss. I didn't mean to hit you" The guy spoke. I smiled sarcastically and looked at the guy. The unknown human being was clearly 2 feet taller than me. His dark brown hair that was brushed up, his ocean blue eyes that everyone would fall for-notethesarcasm-and his big, muscular body. Yes, he's attractive but it didn't mean that I'd forgive him like that.

"First of all, if this is some sort of prank, can you just stop it? Second, of all the people" I paused, pointing the all the students that were inside the library "Why me? And third, how did you find my hiding place?" I finished the list, waiting for his reply. "For your first question... No, that wasn't a prank. I accidentally hit my elbow onto your back. Second, I didn't mean to. I just coincidently passed by your table and for your third question; this is the only place I can hide to. And for the third time, I really am sorry." The guy sighed, looking tired from running, I think. I rolled my eyes and since I was a socially awkward person and I really didn't like talking to people, I looked at my watch to prevent an obnoxious conversation and a get to know chit chat.

"Well, it's already time and I have to go, muchacho. Hasta lavista and let's pretend we didn't meet, okay? Okay" I stood up and picked up my things, making my way out of the library. "Wait!" A hand stopped me from walking, causing myself to let out a small yelp. "Uhm, I just want to say sorry again" He apologized once again. I nodded my head as a sign of "Okay, no problem" and escaped successfully from his grasps. It was an eventful day, considering I talked to someone —As if I had a choice­-.

Well, as what Shang from Mulan said We've got a long way to go.