The Lying Game [Re-written]

New Girl Meets Mr. Popular

A/N Hi once again, for those who know me I am very deeply sorry it took me a really long to rewrite this story and start updating once again. So many things happened that I cannot begin to explain here, it'll be too much rambling.

Anyways, this chapter has become a lot longer compared to once before, since I added some additional parts. And it's something I'm trying  out differently this time around.That said, here's the next chapter as promised.

ENJOY!

CHAPTER ONE:

New Girl Meets Mr. Popular

Zoe's POV:

The sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air. The background music was being played by a young, talented solo musician, who was comfortably sitting on a folding bar stool as he held a dark, reddish acoustic guitar in his arms. He was able to create a calming atmosphere by masking the loud and distracting commotion from outside with the soft melodies of his instrument.

Given the time of day, there were barely a handful of people around. Most of them were involved in romantic relationships. Nonetheless, the outrageous idea of poking out my own eyes seems all too tempting, as I'm forced to endure the nauseating sight of the foolish couples gloating over each other's company. On top of being irrational, I had held out hope for them to display their affection elsewhere; unfortunately, the decision was not up to me. In today's society, it's natural for people to show little regard for those around them.

Meanwhile, I felt compelled to avert my exasperated gaze since they left me with no other option. I slavishly followed my supervisor's thorough chore of tidying up the unoccupied tables exactly as she instructed me to do so.

My mother and I have been residing in Japan for the past two weeks now. And just before school commenced in a few days, I successfully persuaded her into allowing me to work part-time. Gaining her approval was no simple task; contrariwise, the end result proved to be worth the effort. The only condition she specifically laid down for me was that she'd be the one who gets to call the shots, in selecting the job I would take on.

For the most part, I didn't care where the location of my employment was; I was just happy to finally have the freedom to work.

In addition, I had the privilege of donning a barista uniform as a perk. The attire consists of a basic pair of jeans with a black tee, alongside a black baseball cap bearing the recognizable Starbucks insignia and a dark green apron of moderate length to finish off the overall look. The clothing itself didn't strike me as being especially formal, which I found to be quite nice and comfortable.

Once I finished wiping the table down, using a white cloth, I proceeded to collect the remaining empty glass mugs and place them on the rectangular-shaped platter. Afterwards, I head towards the back counter.

"Ding."

Without bothering to look up, I immediately knew who had caused the bell to chime upon their grand arrival.

Geh great. He's here again. Hence my sarcasm earlier when uttering those words inside my head. Every so often, the same good-looking guy with somewhat redeeming facial features shows up at the local cafe. Needless to say, he takes up any available booth near the transparent windowpane all by himself.

Well, what's the deal with him? I mean, what's his story? Even better, what's his background, or what kind of person is he?

First of all, to clarify, we're not on friendly terms per se; rather, I have a negative perception of his type. This root of sentiment will become clear shortly, once his significant other arrives, possibly within the next few minutes, and then you will understand my reasoning why.