At the lake

Chapter 4: Fresh Air

"Hey!" I waved Anna over, her blonde hair floating in the wind. The sun was in her face so she was squinting to look at me, but in all honesty she always looked that serious or...unimpressed.

"Hurry up it's freezing!" She moaned as she crossed her arms together and started backing away to the entrance of Harry's cafe. It was a small little cafe on a corner of the road down by the seafront. More often than not, it was always packed full of people, but today it was a little quieter.

I jogged to catch up to my friend Anna, and followed her inside of Harry's. We walked up to the barista girl behind the counter and ordered our hot drinks before taking a seat and a table number. Anna slid into the booth, sitting opposite me.

"Brent told me they've mixed the groups up in art." She prodded. Straight to it with Anna as per usual.

I laughed. "So how was your summer Aliya? Mine was great I did all these things that I couldn't wait to tell you about!" I mocked.

Anna rolled her light blue eyes at me. "Yeah I broke up with Dylan, I slept with a bunch of guys and regretted it and now my mother hates me. Blah- Blah- Blah! You know everything already." She said flatly.

"Jeeeez lighten up Anna. I didn't mean you had to talk about your shit just y'know ease into the conversation like a normal person would." I sat back in the booth and raised my eyebrows. She could be intense sometimes.

"Okay, I will." She said. There was a bit of silence between us, and then she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "So, you got the head to swap Brent back?" She pressed. I knew this question was coming. I knew that her and Brent were also close and he'd obviously rant about it to her, in his usual way of dramatising everything even when it was completely normal.

A young girl, probably a little younger than us, maybe a fresher, came over to our booth in a cute little apron, and placed our drink on the table. I eyed Anna quietly while the young girl did so and waited until she left before I began to speak again.

"It was nothing. Brent gave a speech about how he performs better in studies with me because I challenge him. He convinced Alex to switch him back." I stated bluntly.

"Alex?" Her eyebrow jerked up at this.

"What, Anna?" I grabbed my mug of coffee and sipped it. It was a little hot so I just held it for warmth.

"You're on a first name basis on day one of meeting him?" She scoffed. The face she pulled was a little annoying.

"A lot of professors use first names Anna, we are in uni now it's not like we are kids anymore." I groaned at her. What exactly was she getting at?

"Well, teachers don't just do things for students like that. And they certainly don't do first names after 10 minutes." She leaned back and crossed her arms as if she was mad at me or something.

"You're reading into things." I laughed in disbelief at her a little then. Why did she always have to cause something out of nothing.

"Maybe I am." She said quietly, tapping her red polished nails against her mug mindlessly.
"What did he say to you when Brent left the room?"

As Anna interrogated me, I noticed how she frowned a lot, and that made her pale complexion wrinkle. If she wasn't careful she'd age really badly unless she started keeping a straighter face. As I was looking at her though, she really was plain. Straight blonde hair with no life to it, hung from her head and ended at her shoulders, and there was no sparkle in those light blue eyes; they were cold and uninviting to be frank. She was average height, around 5'5, and was of medium build. Her figure was straight down and slender, not really much to her. Just very generic in every way.