The Faerie Slayer

Chapter 5

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Abby's Pov

Sunday morning rolled around and my parents were now back from their getaway. Along the lonely highway of Maple Woods was a strip of land bordering a peaceful body of water where my parents had bought land and built a small cabin over a decade ago. Since then, they'd spent a couple weekends a month at the cottage, away from the city and it's chaotic demeanour. I had missed them and they had missed my miniature dog even more. I was helping my father rid of the luggages they had packed when I felt the buzz of my phone in my back pocket.

"Helloo," I answered, dragging out the 'O'.

"What are you doing today?" Ben's voice was on the other line.

"Probably studying for the math test on Monday, why?"

"Or you could come have coffee with me at Matt's poetry slam performance at The Worm."

"I think I'd rather study."

"Come on Abs! Aren't you even a little bit excited for him?"

"I can't think of anything else I'd rather do less, Ben."

"Alright, it's at 2pm. Bring your snapping fingers."
Before I could respond, the line was dead. I sigh to myself and loaded the duffel bag over my shoulder and back into the house.

I departed my home at around 1pm. The Worm was a small coffee shop in the heart of New York City about an hour train ride from where I reside. On the outskirts of the chaos, sometimes I wondered if I was a fake New Yorker. When I finally arrived, I caught eyes with a cute boy who was stationed outside of the entrance. He had black hair teased with grey tips and fiery hazel eyes. In his grasp was a lit cigarette. I couldn't help a shy smile when he winked at me. I walked past him, mindlessly holding my breath and through the doors into the cafe.
I hope he's coming inside, I thought.

Ben's obnoxious group of friends were the first thing I had noticed and heard when I walked in. Plastic chairs were set up facing the small stage and in them sat about ten people. Matt was there, with shaggy brown hair and a shirt that holed from age. I approached the batch of teens, already dreading the nearing events. It was Ben that noticed me first.

"She came," he wrapped his arms around my head, blinding me into his chest," I never doubted you."
I pushed him away," this better be quick."

"I got you a coffee," he handed me a warm cup of dark liquid," black like your soul."

"It's definitely black right now," I mumbled and sipped.

Matt was getting ready to go on stage. His fellow friends cheered as he stumbled up there. Paper in hand, he struggled to meet the gaze of the audience.

"He's gonna choke," mumbled one of his other friends. I recognized him from a class we shared. Micheal.

Matt did not choke. Instead, he grasped hold of the microphone and pulled a cliche. He dropped the piece of paper and began his poem.

"Sad are the eyes, the eyes of the girl," his expression was making me uncomfortable," tears and giggles, enough to make one hurl."

I found difficulty in masking my distaste. I laughed into my elbow and felt Ben's foot kick at my knee.