Oxymoron

//chapter 2//

CHAPTER STATUS: UNEDITED BUT WHO EVEN CARES EVEN ANYMORE

"Sir, you can't smoke cigarettes in here." A snootily high voice squawked, as the girl taped her long dragon claws on the brown barista counter. She pointed to a trash can and rolled her  eyes at the thing wearing the black abyss like sweatshirt.

A finger tapped the rim of my glasses, making my head shoot up at an incredible speed.
Streak's drama hungry gaze tracked the hood and eventually landed on poor old me.
"What an idiot. Smoking kills everyone, asshole." He whispered with a hand cupped around his cheek. A snicker drawled out of our tight lips.

"Jesus, did they turn the AC on in the middle of fall or something? I feel like someone put ice in my bra." My spine was shivering under my skin and my teeth were chattering rapidly.
Streak's face scrunched in agreement as he nodded his head and rubbed his forearms ferociously.
We barely breathed as we tailed the black hood for the next thirty seconds. They still had that swirly ribbon of smoke leaving them. My eyes followed the beautiful curves of cancer that graced the atmosphere, replacing the smell of coffee with crap.

"Gimme a long black with three extra shots o' espresso. Fast." A throaty, husky deep sound left the black abyss boy. Barista girl furrowed her over drawn eyebrows.
"To go?" The guy must have silently given his answer, because the blonde caffeine distributed shuffled to the machines.
"What's that guy's deal? Does he understand society? Or lungs?" Streak chuckled and held his palm out in question. His eager eyes were glued to the darkness.

We both buzzed with anticipation with every move he made. From grabbing the coffee catastrophe he ordered (the amount of caffeine in that would SURELY last him till Christmas, next year.)
"Hey do you think he goes to our school?" I asked Streak; he diverted his attention to me. He looked as if he was thinking it over a couple times. Streak tends to grind the gears in his head a lot. That's what got him into to Harv, apparently.

"Do I seem like the type to go to school with a bunch of pretentious twats like you?"
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Let me tell you, his voice was the thunder that made my heart halt in fear... Sounds poetic right? I bet I could write a little on how shittly embarrassed I felt. Oh, Streak would definitely be my co-author.
My mouth gaped and I straight up stared at him. I had no thoughts except well done, you're going to actually die now.
Streak's face reflected mine as he hid his stark Crimson face away with a denim jacket sleeve. He stifled little giggles with his teeth forcing down on his bottom lip.

"So do you guys just take people watching to a whole new level?" Then, it happened. The black, thick, obscuring hood fell away from the man's face. Cue the swoons as we introduce the main male protagonist. Because, let's be totally honest. Even I when a little weak at the knees.

He had short/shaggy pink bleached hair, that was so pastel it almost looked white. Striking cerulean eyes that looked as if they would glow in the dark, a porcelain nose, slight dark circles and just chapped lips graced his blemish free face. 
And the expression he wore was pricelessly...fucking terrifying.

He rolled his eyes at our complete dumbass-ary and took a quick puff of his cancer- I mean, cigarette, before storming out of the store. Quiet mumbles trailed behind him.

"Careful now, your lip'll start bleeding. He is gone now and on that note, I have to go change my underwear." I guffawed. Streak followed, planting his face on the table.
"Jesus Christ, let's get the fuck out of here. I still smell death from that guy." His face was screwed up like crumpled paper, while he stood and grabbed his belongings.
"Well, if you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen, boy!" My hands pushed him to the pretty French doors, leaving nothing but paper cups on the table.

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Wow, only 685 words huh?
Hi my name's Bianca. I'm reintroducing myself because I don't think you guys remember me. ITS BEEN SUCH A LONG TIME WHAT.
I'm so sorry for being absent for 42069 years, but I've been kinda occupied and been coming down with a little writer's block.
Updates will start to get better, I promise. Like, seriously...
And btw, I changed the book's title from "Theorise on our similarities" (wtf titles) to "Oxymoron" because it makes more goddamn sense. So yeah, I hope to see you soon!!1!!