City Gurl

Chapter Thirty-One

"I'd like a large caramel latte with double the amount of chocolate sauce," I say to the guy behind the counter of Starbucks. He nods and types it in the cash register thing.

"And I'd just like a medium expresso," Harry says. The guy pushes a few more buttons then heads back into the kitchen place. Me and Harry go to take a seat in one of the booths.

"This is a really nice Starbucks," I comment. Harry agrees quietly. He reaches into his pocket, takes something out, looks at it under the table, then puts it back in his pocket.

"What's that?" I ask. He smiles nervously.

"Uh, my. . . phone."

I can tell he's lying, but I don't pry. I try not to be pryer, since I hate getting pried from. Maybe it WAS just his phone. Who knows? Nobody except him, that's who.

A petite blonde lady comes with our drinks, which are in real cups, not those styrofoam things they give in usual Starbucks places. For a moment I just stare at the drinks, wondering how Starbucks could move its status to this.

"Is something wrong?" Harry inquires, pouring some sugar into his coffee. I look up abruptly and shake my head.

"Oh, no," I say. "It's just. . . I've never been to such a nice Starbucks before." Harry grins.

"New York City does have some nice food and drink to make up for the not-so-nice people," he jokes. I smile.

"Tell me about it."

We sit in silence for a bit, sipping our coffee. I realize that the people here didn't give me nearly enough chocolate sauce and was going to go complain until I thought about Harry. He would probably think I was some whiny, fat, chocolate-sauce-eating bitch. And of course that wasn't good. Duh.

"So," Harry suddenly says. "Silence is too tense. Talk about something. What do you like to do?"

"What's your last name?" I blurt stupidly. Great. That sounded like a really smart question, Evelyn.

But Harry doesn't seem to mind. "I forgot you don't know my last name. It's Scott." He blushes slightly. "I know it sounds really stupid with my first name."

"Harold Scott. Harry Scott. No, it doesn't," I say reassuringly. "You know my last name, of course."

"Thorn," Harry says instantly.

We sit in silence for a little longer.

"Uh, back to the other conversation. What do you like to do?" I ask Harry. He looks up and opens his mouth slightly.

"I, uhh. . ."

"Ok, I'll go first. I really, really, really want to become a singer when I grow up, but, um, someone at school is sort of better than me, and she also wants to sing, and we fought about it and I lost so now apparently she's a better singer and I totally believe it and I just can't compete with her now or she'll get seriously pissed and I really hate pissed people but with this girl I guess it'd be ok but-" I could just go on and on and on.

"Whoah, hold your horses, cowgirl! So there's this girl at your school who also likes to sing?"

"Uh-huh."

"And she thinks she's better than you?"

"Uh-huh."

"And you BELIEVE her?"

"Well-"

"C'mon, Evelyn! I know you better. What I think is that she's scared that you might be better than her so she's trying to scare you away. Makes sense, right? Because it's true."

"It does kind of make sense, but then why-" I start, but then suddenly Harry ducks down.

"Shit! Hide me!"

"Wait, what-"

"Harry?" says a voice behind me. I turn and see a gorgeous girl standing there. She's slim and fit, has shiny, obviously dyed blue-green hair, shimmery blue eyes, and has a stunning, stylish outfit. In her right hand she clasps a huge pink Gucci purse with a little pale chihuahua. The chihuahua is wearing a little pink collar with tiny diamond studs on it.

Harry finally notices that the girl already saw him and came out from under the table. His hair is falling in his face. He brushes it away.

"Um, hi, Brooke." he greets uncertainly. Who the fuck is this Brooke?

"I see you've. . . moved on?" Brooke says slowly shooting a death glare at me. Moved on? Did these two gorgeous people once date or something?

"Oh, no! This is just, uh, a friend," Harry stammers.

"Ok, then." Brooke plops down next to me, right in front of Harry. "I need to talk to you about something." She turns to me.

"Um, Strange Girl, hold Nina," orders Brooke.

"What?" I ask dumbly. Brooke rolls her stupid blue eyeballs.

"Nina. My CHIHUAHUA." She hands me the cute little dog and turns back to Harry.

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OMG SHORT CHAPTER. SORRY I DIDN'T UPDATE FOR A MONTH. THAT'S ALL I CAN SAY. I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY.

I WILL TRY HARDER. PROMISE. MY MOM GOT MAD AT MY IPAD AND LIMITED THE AMOUNT OF TIME FOR USAGE.

WON'T HAPPEN EVER AGAIN.

I AM SO SORRY.

On the bright side, WHAT WILL HAPPEN WITH BROOKE, HARRY, AND EVELYN? YOU'LL NEVER KNOW UNTIL THE NEXT UPDATE!

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