Spark

Chapter eight

I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating on the side table. I groan and pry my face off the key board, guess I feel asleep while working, and backspace the practically infinite line of gibberish.
I roll over and pick up the phone "yes?" My voice is groggy and thick with sleep.
"Good Morning late!" Coos the all too perky voice from the other side of the line.
"God Liam why are you calling me its 7:45... 7:45!! Oh god I've gotta get dressed" I hastily click the speaker button and set my phone down, sprinting to my dresser.
Liam chuckles "so anyways late, who happens to be late yet again, what do you want from Starbucks"
I groan and let out a little help as I fall over while trying to put my jeans on "Liam couldn't you have just texted?"
I pull out my favorite shirt, a Panic at the disco t shirt that's cut up in the front to show cleavage and in the back is cut and laced with a T-shirt corset.
"Weeeeeellllll technically yes. Buuuutt then you wouldn't have been graced with my beautiful voice to wake you up this morning" a pause "so how'd research go last night?" He asks casually.
"I think I permanently have the keyboard imprinted on my cheek" I say trying to rub it out in the mirror.
He chuckles "no but seriously how'd it go?"
"Shit" I mutter pulling off my shirt "oh uhm it went well... I guess? I mean it was cool and all but why are you so interested?"
I grab my scar cream and lather it on my back rubbing it in. Then I pull back on my bra and shirt and take a look in the mirror.
"I'm not interested, just mildly intrigued, I wish Mr. Grey would give me that project instead of making me sit through the first two weeks of school, i think I've honestly wanted to kill myself in that class twice"
I hold back a chuckle, best not to let him know I actually like our banter. I can't have is becoming friends, I'm like a bad luck charm when it comes to friends.
Not in the sense that I choose bad friends, in the sense that bad things happen to them.
Take this for example, sophomore year high-school. It was a week into the school year and I had just switched schools on account that all the other classes were too easy for me.
That day I become friends with a Junior named Gavin, that day he breaks his leg from a hit and run accident.
Or this. After helping Gavin through his leg injury, ya know physical therapy, medicine, corny greeting cards, the works. I meet another person. A girl named Taylor, that same week she mysteriously "falls" down a stair well, she cracked three ribs and broke both her femurs, shattering a knee cap in the process. Needless to say I stayed to myself, and the school stayed away from me, all except Lilia.
Why did it have to be Lilia?
"Helooooo annetteeeee you there?" He asks.
"Oh. Yeah sorry i zoned out" I shake my head snapping back into reality and shutting those memories away where they should be, where no one will find them.
He chuckles "try to save that for class and not when you're around my magnificent presence"
"Well technically" I correct "im not around you right now"
"Touché" he counters then says "oh what am I thinking we're off topic what do you want from Starbucks?"
"I'll take a grande cold buster with three honeys hold...." I trail off as I hear him quietly saying my drink with me.
"... Hold the sugar" he finishes
"Uh yeah how did you know that?..."
"Oh huh? Know what?" He was obviously zoned out.
"Know what I drink at Starbucks..."
"Oh I didn't it's just crazy, my mom takes it the exact same way!"
"Really? Cause most of the time when I ask for this at Starbucks they don't know what it is"
"Yes really. What do you think I've been stalking you or something?"
"Wwweeeeelllllllllll-" he cuts me off mid word.
"Whoops I gotta order bye late who thinks I stalk her."
I roll my eyes "goodbye Liam"