Nerd // l.h [au] (re-writing)

Chapter 30 ~ "You Twat"

Avalon's P.O.V

 I sat at an outdoor table at a local Starbucks, sipping anxiously on my double chocolaty chip frappuccino. It was an unusually warm and sunny November afternoon, and to block the rays and possible encounters with anyone from school, I hid behind the giant rim of my hat. It was identical to the ones the witches wore in American Horror Story: Coven, and although I hardly wore it, it came in handy on this particular day.

I slid my phone out of my pocket and checked my messages, and when I found I had no new ones, I went to the one that caused me to be at this table in the first place.

Meet me at the Raspberry Avenue Starbucks at 5 sharp. Don't be late and come alone, it read. I got here at 4:49, and it was now 5:15.

I didn't even know what possessed me to want to come here anyway. I probably wouldn't gain anything besides a massive headache, and I could've been doing more important things in my life like cuddling with my dog or finishing off that almost empty Nutella jar I left sitting on the nightstand.

I checked my phone again and this time the clock read 5:18. How long did it take to get here?

To pass the time, I decided to look through my gallery. It was something I did regularly because I loved to remember the good times that were worth capturing in a photo.

I started with pictures from this past summer, smiling at the memories. Everything I did in those three months were all immobilized on my screen and I loved looking at them. I found photos from a color guard camp I went to in Ohio, and a business camp in Williamsport, and my family's trip to Niagara Falls. Band camp was also in there, and the band's annual trip to Cedar Point.

I moved on to the album titled "Senior Year." In here was every picture I ever took with a friend and others from these short almost four months. There were a ton of me and Scarlett, but I also had some with Ashton, Alice, and Michael. I laughed at the pictures of Alice and I in massage chairs at the mall, and the ones of Michael and I going through haunted houses the weekend before Halloween.

I bit my lip and pressed on the settings button then selected to look at my hidden albums. The only one in there was one titled "Lucas and I," and the only reason I kept it hidden was because I was slightly embarrassed of the amount of pictures I had of both of us or just him.

I scrolled through, stopping at only my favorites to spare myself of my inevitable heartbreak. I stopped on a picture of him kissing my cheek before my birthday dinner, one of us cheesing on my actual birthday two days ago, the one of our hands and him ice skating (which was my lockscreen) and my personal favorite, one of him in his football uniform and me in my guard uniform after a game. It really depicted how far we'd come as individuals and as a pair. I was so proud of him. I was so proud of us.

The screech of metal on pavement interrupted my daydream. I locked my phone quickly and laid it face down on the table. The person across from me was covered head to toe despite the heat. I almost didn't recognize them, but the evil in her eyes behind her dark sunglasses gave her away.

"How nice of you to show up on time," I said sarcastically. She was 25 minutes late.

"Whatever. You've probably been here since we got out of school. Unlike you, some people like me actually have a life," she retorted, placing her drink on the rusted metal of the table.

"Let's not waste any more time," I cut to the chase, leaning forward, folding my hands together and resting my elbows on the table. "What do you want Theresa?"

She looked to her nails and leaned back in her chair before looking at me. "You know what I want you bitch."

Normally, I would've cowered away at her harsh words and stone cold glare, but this time, they ignited a fire within me that I didn't even know was there.