Love On The Broadway Street

BACK AT FIRST SIGHT

“One MORE coffee please”, I asked the waiter for the tenth time since I arrived.

He looked at me as if I had grown two heads. I know it was unusual for a customer to ask for the same cup of coffee for the past one hour.

“What?”, I snapped.

He shook his head and walked away.

“7:45pm”, I muttered to myself as I saw the brand new swarowski watch on my wrist.

He’s late. AGAIN. Being the diva he is, I knew that he was either watching baseball or sleeping.

“And I call that guy my boyfriend.”, I said aloud.

Ignoring the looks that were passed my way, I took out my iphone and dialed his number. He picked up after the tenth ring.

“Babe.”, he said. No wait, let me rephrase it: he moaned.

Did he just moan????Why???What the hell is he doing??

He sounded breathless.

“Where are you?” I demanded.

“Drew baby. Who’s that?” a very familiar high-pitched voice said.

And to say that I’m shocked is an understatement. I knew that voice quite well.

It belonged to non-other than the slut who called herself an angel and my supposed to be bestie.

“Anabelle” I stated.

“Listen babe. Let me –“I cut him mid-sentence.

“Don’t you dare call me that.” I threatened.

“Nicole I never wanted to hurt you. Baby I know you love me and I love you too, you know that right? But babe I just got carried away in the moment that I shared with Anny here. I promise it won’t happen again” he said as if nothing was wrong with screwing up with a slut when you are already committed.

Tears blurred my vision. How can a guy be complete nuts? He knew very well that I don’t love him, but still being the stubborn self he is he won’t accept it.

I felt like killing this guy over and over again. I have been gulping down the same cup of coffee for the past one hour waiting for my oh-so-dear-boyfriend to arrive, and then I come to know that he is with some slut trying to eat each other’s mouth...

“You there?” he asked

“Don’t you DARE call me again. You know what, I’m so damn pissed by the way you act that I may even cut that balls of your. Drew it’s OVER” I hissed.

“what the-“

I did not wait for his reply and hanged up. I got up from my seat and headed for the door.

“ma’am your coffee”, the waiter shouted.

“You know what ,even the buffering of a YouTube video is faster than your service. Can’t you see I’m fucking leaving…what will I do of it now??? Pour it on my head?? No wait pour it on YOUR head??!!” I shouted earning a few looks from the people inside the big café.

“whoa!! Easy there woman” I heard a smooth, silky voice of a guy say.

I wanted to snap but when I turned around he already had his back to me. It was then that I realized that he was talking on his phone.

He teamed up dark washed jeans with a white sweatshirt. His hair looked so smooth even though they were messed up. His sleeves were rolled up revealing the bright orange and red flames of his tattoo that stood out on his pale white skin as the flames licked up to his elbow.

“Ma’am you gonna pay?” the waiter asked snapping me out from my daze.

I glared for a moment but then handed him the money and walked away.

_____________________________________________________________________________So here’s the first chapter……………it's short :( sorry about that.

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