concrete battles

prologue.

Prologue: Coincidences.                                                                                                 

↳  My eyes were deeply set on the vending machine in front of me, the green lights dimly flashing as I pressed my index fingers onto the chosen numbers. I plucked a small amount of my auburn fringe to the right, my other hand trembling onto my hip. I tightened my high, sleek ponytail, the cacophony of the can made me grimace, making my head pound, violently. I flexed my knees, my spine hunching as I shifted the opening wider, swiftly grabbing the cola can. I strongly flicked the tightened opening, causing a sizzling sound to erupt. I brought the tip of the can to my plump lips, the gloss marking the bottom of the tip; the cloying taste evolved onto my tongue, a breathless sound came out in response. My eyes wondered the hallway, the oddly neon chairs full of college people, chatting continuously to each other. I only had one friend here and I was fine with it, I was claustrophobic so I hate being surrounded by people. Well, I wasn’t very gregarious as you can easily tell.

The hairs of my brows tightened, my mind set on Felicity, she was always present when I was around. I wasn’t very comfortable with the numerous amounts of people here, but then I’m not the kind of person who can prevent that. Felicity was more of a hedonist, she was probably with the boys, who I sometime chat to but they don’t really choose to talk back. But then who am I to complain, I’m extremely fine with people simply isolating me. I was the kind of person who was indelicate, that’s probably why people don’t really talk to me or it’s because they’re scared I’ll react to my panic disorder. I’ve got many suggestions of why people didn’t like me, maybe it’s because I’m not good-looking, I wouldn’t say I’m ugly, nobody should. I had wavy, auburn hair which cascades down my back, dimmed brown eyes which can turn gray at times, light freckles which lay just beneath my eyes and I was very lurid so my freckles were very clear. My brown eyes glistened as I saw Felicity, effortlessly run over to me.  

     "Guess who just asked me out?" The creases between my brows were soon visible, my mouth slightly open as an unusual sound escaped my mouth for an extreme amount of time. She annoyingly rolled her eyes at my stupidity, placing her hand on her hip. "Simon." She highly squealed, causing me to squirm.

     "Oh, cool." I said, caustically, my fingers wrapping around the strap of my bag. I curiously glanced over her shoulder, Simon in my sight, he was very good looking, but not the sort of person Felicity would go for. I could tell he was a narcissist kind of person; him flexing his arms was an epitome to me. She sighed at how fastidious I was being, but honestly I couldn’t care less about any news that was given to me today.

   "Oh, you’ll find someone one day," She attached her arm onto mine, nudging me to walk in the same direction as she was walking. I shrugged my shoulders, carelessly; I couldn’t care less about being in a relationship. I could never find anyone who would actually accept the fact that I have a panic disorder, obviously there was a reason behind it all but only Felicity knows. "You just need to be a bit more social with people." I hummed in response; I being ignorant was a perfect quintessential of why no one liked me but then again, I really don’t care. "He’s taking me out free period, are you ok being alone?"

    "Uh, I’ll just go to a nirvana area." I chuckled to myself, acknowledging myself that in London, there was no such thing as a nirvana place, this city was full of continuous beeping cars, puff-jacketed gangs and possibly suited workers, but you can only find a numerous amount in the central part of London.

    "Whatever, come on, we’ve got Health & Social Care." I groaned, arrogantly, stomping my foot, lazily, as we walked through ostentatious corridors.  While my other arm was too busy being smothered my Felicity’s arm, my other hand clutched the iron handle, half of my strength was used to bend the handle, and a click erupted, indicating that the door was open. I opened the door, which revealed an unpredictable amount of students, my eyes set on the two tables which were right at the back.

     "Let’s sit at the back," I said, pulling her arm, effortlessly to where the chairs were. She whined in protest, making me stumble, slightly. "You know, I don’t like being surrounded." I said, sending her a stern look. She groaned in defeat, her jaw clenching as she yanked her arm off my grip.

    "Fine," I plopped down onto the wooden chair, slinging my bag off my shoulder. "So, what did you do over the summer?"

    "I’ve been to a physiatrist a couple of times, and really, I didn’t do anything other than that." Going to a physiatrist wasn’t really necessary, I mean, I haven’t had a panic attack in 2 years, I was perfectly fine without it. But then, anything could trigger me off. It does make me feel peevish of everything, also having to deal with problems; I’ve been more used to it.

As time went by, with all the continuous chatting about how to take care of children from the teacher, I grew quite cautious of why everything seemed weird to me. Something wasn’t right; everyone grew quiet and passed on secrets which caused them to glance at me. Right now, I felt like I wanted to ostracize since I haven’t experienced this much attention. Most people wouldn’t even give me a second look, why now?

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     "Laura!" I heard someone breathlessly call out, causing me to turn around to who appeared to my presence. I let out a ludicrous laugh, watching Felicity hunch her back, exhaling and inhaling. She smiled, sheepishly, straightening her hair, as she walked over to me as if what just occurred did not even happen.

      "Oh, aren’t you suave." I ignored her statement and continued walking.

      "How was your date?" I asked her, a brow moving up as I looked at her, my grin symbolising my question cheekily. She made a highly-pitched noise, which was close enough to sound like a pig. I plunged my index fingers into my ear, minimizing the pitch of her squeal.

     "Amazing."

     "Good to know." I replied, sarcastically, I knew she was going to repeatedly tell me about the date which I really didn’t want her to do. I already knew she really liked him, let’s just hope he isn’t like the other guys she dated.

   "Oh my god. I need to tell you something," My heart started beating rapidly; I hated that kind of news. ‘I need to tell you something’ – It’s not a very good choice of words. She laughed at my facial expression; it wasn’t very propriety in this situation. "There was this hot boy at the office, who called for you, well, that’s what I heard."

    "What? I’ve never made any contact with any boy outside this college,"  I said, clutching onto the strap of my bag, nervously. "Are you sure he said my name?" I questioned, unaware that someone was coming towards me. "You’re probably going to tell me that it was a misnomer."

   "Maybe its fate, come on, this might be like those movies," She nudged me, jokingly. "Oh or maybe it’s a coincidence." I rolled her eyes at her remark, that’s just rubbish and I'm not being maudlin. "Look that’s him." My head shot up to see a familiar looking person.

Someone whom I highly wanted to escape from.

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 ↳    Hello. Ok, this is my first time writing a teen fiction so please forgive for my mistakes, I'm completely oblivious to everything. But if it's something that I need to improve on that you need to tell me. I want people to like this story, obviously.

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     I normally get to the point but I wanted to make this long so I just put it in extra detail but if you don't want me to put it in extra detail then just inform me. Also, this story is copyrighted, so please do not steal my work, I'm not sure if it's even worth copying. If it's cliché, then again, please forgive me. Gawsh, I blabber a lot, anyway, thank you for reading. x

↳    Love, Chrissie. x