Dark Hearted

Chapter two: Coffee Break?

Snow's Point of view

With every step I took, Jake's words sunk in more and more. He'd always say the same thing but today it was different... And I had no idea why. I would've loved to know why my nerves were acting up at that moment, but I didn't.
My mind tried to move past the feeling in my gut, as if trying to tell me, "Don't worry, everything's going to be fine. Trust me". I sighed trying to think of why my brother hated Justin, perhaps because of the fuckboy attitude or the way that he can make any girl's heart melt just by looking at them.
No, I wasn't afraid to admit that Justin was that kind of person. I've gotten into many fights with him over the matter, but he'd always make up some excuse that went along the lines of, "Baby, I only have eyes for you" or "I love you, Babe, don't worry". I always forgave him nevertheless, even after he had gotten drunk and made out with some blonde bimbo.
The thought of it only made the butterflies in my stomach intensify to the point where I let out a few shaky breaths.
I saw the cemetery up ahead and smiled after seeing the tombstones that inhabited it. The thought of death enticed me, I always wondered what it would be like to die, what happened afterwards. Was it just darkness? Did heaven and hell actually exist? I rolled my eyes at the thought. Of course not, as an atheist I don't believe in the god or devil. Of course I believed in demons and the thought of supernatural beings, but not some superstition some delusional people made up to reassure themselves that they had someone who cared about them in their times of need.
I sighed in relief, being glad that I lived not too far from the park. I was generally a lazy person that didn't do much and hated the idea of work. Some may say that it was incredibly horrible of me to be this way, but I honestly didn't care. I didn't have that many friends to begin with, most of them were guys anyway due to many of the girls that went to my school being unreliable little pests. I used to be friends with many of them, until they stabbed me in the back, multiple times.

I entered the park, scanning the area with a look of curiosity on my face clearly present. Surprisingly, the entire park was empty, with no one around. My eyes darted to a dark shadow sitting underneath a large willow tree. I tilted my head slightly wondering who it was before recognizing the snapback and smirking face illuminated by a phone screen. I took a deep breath before walking over to him, and sitting next to him with a soft smile. I caught a glance at the screen noticing that he was texting someone by the name of Kimberly.
The brown haired male was too occupied to notice my expression to turn from happy to worried. I nudged his shoulder, getting his attention and causing him to exit out of the conversation quickly before smiling at me.
"O-oh hey Snow!"
"Is something wrong?" My eyes shone with worry as I looked into his chocolate brown ones.
His jaw clenched slightly as he sighed, looking away and scratching the back of his neck. His happy smile turned into a frown quickly.
"Uh... I-I... Don't think this is going to work out..."
The second he said that, my heart broke. Jake was right, he was right...This guy that had made me smile so many times, has wasted so much of my time, and has made me forgive him more times than I can count, just broke up with me. He fucking ended it all. The least he could do was give me a damn explanation.
"At least tell me why."
I wasn't one to show emotions when I was sad, especially not when the person who caused me to feel this way was right in front of me.
He frowned and paused, thus giving me a chance to take his phone and open the messages him and that bitch 'Kimberly' had exchanged, backing away in the process.
Hey babe
Last night was great!
Want to do it again tonight?
What about Snow?
I don't care about her.
Well I can't wait to make you cum again. ;)

My eyes blazed with fury before he snatched the phone away from me. He held a panicked expression on his face, raising his hands in front of him in a comforting way, as if trying to calm me down.
"I swear it's not what it looks like!"
I remained silent before taking a few steps towards him, an emotionless. He lowered his hands in defeat and looked at me with a worried expression, knowing how unpredictable I could be at times.
I thought of all the pain he had caused me throughout the last few months. I imagined all the sluts that he fucked knowing the pain that I would feel when I found out. The amount of times my brother had warned me about the bastard breaking my heart. The moment he had broken up with me.
I took a deep breath before slapping him with all of my might, watching his head snap to the side. I held in my tears as I walked away from him.
"Have fun with Kimberly tonight." I spat, leaving him behind.

I frowned before spotting a nearby coffee shop, a black haired male my age in the window taking a couple's order. I decided to ignore him as well as to get a cup of coffee, thinking that it would  calm me down.
???'s point of view

I was writing down the middle aged couple's order. The woman having light blonde hair, a few wrinkles the male having light black hair with a streak of gray and a bit of stubble. I tried not to groan from annoyance, this having to be at least the thirtieth couple to come in today, all of them alike. They were all happy and mushy that I resisted the urge to scream at them for it.
Just then, a white haired female walked into the small shop. She caught my attention as she was unusually quiet. Her face showed noting but pain, but for some reason she was trying to hide it. But why?
She was rather beautiful of course, her eyes being the most beautiful shade of blue, almost like crystals. She wore a band shirt from one of my favorite bands. Which made me like her already knowing that she shared the same interests as me.
The middle aged woman snapped me out of my trance, asking me when I'm going to get their coffee, causing me to quickly run to make it for them.

Time skip

I returned to the couple with their drinks, offering them a sheepish smile before slowly walking over to the girl that had just walked in.
She was still quiet, just staring at the table resting her head on her arms that were on the table. I frowned wondering what had caused her to be this way before coughing to get her attention.
She looked up at me, a frown present on her porcelain looking skin.
"Medium roast with extra caramel..."
Her voice made my heart leap, it was smooth and medium pitched, like a tomboyish tone. She made my heart race and it confused me tremendously. Why did a normal girl that I had never met before make me feel this way?
"Coming right up."
I went to go make her drink, lost in thought in the meantime.
How could one person be so utterly perfect?
My face grimaced slightly as I thought to myself.
What has she done to me...? I'm not the kind of person to think like this...
I sighed but looked back at her before taking out a sharpie and writing a quick message on the foam coffee cup.

Snow's point of view

I heard the guy come back with the one thing that would help me forget about the dumbass that made me feel this way. I looked up at the black haired male, glancing at his piercing green eyes and then at the cup of coffee that was being held by an arm with at least ten band wristbands, most of which I knew. I took the cup from his hand and uttered a small thanks, looking away. As much as I hated to admit, he was kind of cute, but I buried that thought deep in my mind. I just got out of a relationship, I couldn't possible think these things.
I heard his footsteps fading away before looking at the coffee and taking a small sip. It burned my throat, but the taste of caramel made it worth it.
I noticed a few words on the side of the cup, turning it to see them better.
A small smile twitched onto my lips as I saw the message.

Call me if you need a friend :)
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