It was already morning by the time I realized I was starving. My stomach grumbled and I held onto my white knit cardigan tighter. I sighed, and checked my pockets once I passed a café. I only found a dollar and a couple pieces of lint. I went inside the café and stared at the menu for a good five minutes.
“Ever Manning?” I heard someone call my name. I turned to the voice and saw a young boy behind the counter. I smiled at him and came closer.
The boy gave me a puzzled look. I smiled and ran my fingers through my hair. I probably looked like crap with mascara running down my cheeks and pajama shorts on my body.
“Um can I have a donut?” I asked. It was the only thing on the menu that was actually worth my American dollar. I bit my lip, wishing the boy would hurry up.
“I’ll give you more than that. A queen of England won’t only have a donut.”
“I only have a dollar.” I muttered, handing the dollar to him.
He put it in a tip jar next to the register. “Don’t worry about it any queen-”
I cut the boy off short, “I’m not queen…” I whispered, he stared at me, “Yet I mean.” I smiled and waited as he conjured up something in the kitchen. Finally, but not soon enough, he handed me a sandwich and a cup of orange juice.
I sat down at a table near the window and ate as I watched people pass and stare at me. I was just hoping that no one wanted to come and talk to me. I just wanted to eat and wallow in my own self pity.
I finished my sandwich and soon finished the orange juice as well. What should I do now? I certainly cant go back home. I cant face James today or tomorrow or the next day. I cant talk to Amber, she wont understand. I cant talk to Terrance, his head is too far up his ass. Gavin is useless. Dad and Mom aren’t even here.
I sighed for what seemed like the millionth time since I’ve gotten to England. I started to chew on my tiny red straw and looked out the window.
“So there once was this guy who was an asshole.” I heard someone say from behind me. “She fell in love with this girl.” I knew that voice. “She was beautiful. She is beautiful. I messed up.” His sweet voice ran through my ears. Oh how I missed it. “I’m sorry I told James. I should have left that up to you.”
“Why are you here?” I asked Terrance.
“Well to find you of course. Your wedding is tomorrow morning.” Its already Friday? I could feel my heart beating through my thick sweater. I breathed and tried to stay calm even though my thoughts were all over the place.
Terrance sat down in the chair in front of me. He smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and continued chewing on the tiny red straw.
“You know he’s beating himself up over this.”
“Why should you care? You’re the one pretending to play both sides. Hating the both of us and wanting us to be happy. You had no right to tell him. Then what do you do? You go ahead and tell him. Why should I even care? Oh that’s right, because he’s the one who drove me out the house and called me a fucking slut.” I shook my head and chuckled. This was all so fucking ridiculous.
“I care because I care about you and your happiness. I could tell from day one that you were going to fall for James. How could you not. He’s handsome, charming, witty, and he’s got all the royalty. But I took the chance and I got myself in a shit load of mess. So here I am sitting in front of a girl I really really like, telling her to marry my best friend.” Terrance shook his head and smiled.
“You love him. That’s why you care. If you didn’t care you wouldn’t be talking to me right now. Don’t yell at me or hate me because you know its true. You fell in love with the one guy you should you would never take one look at.” Terrance stood up from the table and came behind me.
