Plastic Hearts (Being Edited)

Chapter 6: Business Before Pleasure

Sorry for the really late chapter, hope you's can be patient with me. Please leave comments on what you think about the story. Enjoy!

I was only permitted to be out for five minutes but those simple five minutes had turned into half a hour. I soon found myself caught up in the attention they were giving me.

I know I was missing work and all but it wasn't exactly a proper job. Sure, I got paid but I just didn't see it as an official job. As the work schedule was irregular, I wasn't allowed to tell anyone where it was and journalism isn't the only thing they were doing in their agency.

I headed to the café nearby to grab something to eat. I pushed the door open and then shut it after myself. I walked over to the counter and stood into the queue. Eventually, it was my time to order and I ordered a grilled chicken sandwich and a Caesar salad with a caramel latte. I sat down at a table and began to indulge into my meal.

"Gwen" a familiar voice called out my name tearing my gaze from my food and up at Ron.

I stared at him for awhile. "Hi" I said nervously while an uncomfortable level of warmth began to develop inside me. It was downright the most awkwardest thing to see your ex after breaking up.

I'm aware that others will likely disagree with me cause the whole point of the ex is that there supposed to be an example of why your supposed to deserve better. But my case was different, its not like I wanted to be mad at him I just was. I've known Ron since my childhood, we were great friends and literally did everything together. I thought I was one of the luckiest girls in the world for being privileged enough to be in love with my best friend, I thought that there was something special to it that made us have an unbreakable bond.

The sound of Ron clearing his throat made me realise I'd been caught up in my thoughts and hadn't even noticed Ron was now sitting across from me.

"Your everywhere" he nervously blurted out.

"Seems that way"

"With that... guy" he said with slight irritation written in his voice, though he still managed to contain the awkwardness of this whole situation.

"Who has a name" I clarified as I kept my eyes away from his.

I could feel his eyes staring at me in absolute silence.

"I know what your going to say" we both said at the same time making a short pause and enough time for me to fidget with my fingers. "You go first" we conjointly said once more making me frustrated and done with the conversation.

"Sorry, you should go, I shouldn't have cut you off like that" Ronnie apologised.

"It doesn't matter now" I stood up. "I've got to be somewhere else, so um"

He exhaled sharply. "Bye" he cut me off.

"Yeah that" I stated as I left the shop.

I usually wasn't an ass to people. But some people were really asking for it. The nerve on him showing his face around me.

It took me a while to get home cause I'd no money for a cab, so I had to travel the old-fashioned way. I had to take the bus. After getting used to cabs, sitting in a bus is one of the most awful things ever invented. If it's not a baby yelling their guts out while there 17 year old mother ignores them annoying you. Its likely a random person who's usually elderly, that chooses to sit right beside you despite there being empty seats all over the bus and starts talking to you, even though there's clearly two earphones jammed in your ears.

Once I reached my home my phone began to ring.

"Who is it?" I curiously asked as I furrowed my brows and waited for an answer.