My Bad Boy And The Gang.

Chapter 17.

I run and run. Finally I encounter a small coffee shop and step inside to take a break from the strenuous activity.

"May I help you?" A woman behind the counter says. She's got friendly eyes and soft brown hair. She seems nice enough.

"Um...what do you have to eat that's cheap?" I ask digging around in my pocket. I end up finding two dollar bills in my back pocket and a dollar twenty in change.

She smiles as I place the three dollars on the counter and look over the menu.

There's something labeled "slice of cheesy heaven" that costs two dollars. It's the cheapest thing on the menu.

"I'll have this here." I say tapping the option. She nods and walks away. Okay..

I walk over to a blue table with mismatched green and orange chairs. I pull out the green chair that had a design of flowers on the seat.

I tap my fingers on the table and wait for the woman to return. The door opens and I look up to see who's joining me, the cashier and a small old man sitting in the corner with a large sandwich and coffee in front of him at a light purple table with three blue and black chairs.

The whole set looks like a large bruise. I lock eyes with Que and continue to roll my eyes looking down at the wood table with its chipping blue paint.

"Cali. I'm sorry." He says pulling out an orange chair next to me.

I sigh and continue to pick at the chips in the table.

"Here you are sweety." The woman says setting my food down in front of me. Turns out it's a piece of extra cheese pizza with extra stuffed crust and a couple pieces of cheese in the side.

"Thank-you." I say smiling up at her as she retreats back to the counter. I pick up my slice of pizza and bite into it. The cheese squishes and starts to pull off the bread. Bringing the sauce with it.

I sigh and set the pizza back down pulling the cheese off and stuffing it into my mouth.

He rolls his eyes and sighs. "Will you listen?" I shake my head biting the crust I just ripped off of the rest of my slice of pizza.

"Why? I said I'm sorry." He states this as if it should make everything better but it just makes it worse. He really thinks sorry is what I'm looking for?

"I don't want your apologies." I whisper stuffing one of my three slices of cheese in my face, closely followed by a second. Then a third.

I look up to see a look of disbelief on his face. "You don't want my apologies? Because you're totally innocent in this mess. This is all my fault. Okay, you want to be like that then be like that." He stands up and walks out the door.

I lean back in my chair and am about to ask the woman if there's anyway I can get a free cup of water, when he storms back in.

"No I refuse that. You're gonna talk to me whether you want to or not." He says looking angrier than before. He yanks the chair and roughly sits down making the chair groan in protest.

"Careful!" The woman from the counter half screams at him. He give a face that says sorry but never says anything to her.

"Ma'am is there free water here?" She shakes her and walks away. Rude.

Without looking at Que again I walk out the door. I can hear him following me but what do I care? I walk to the hospital and check in to go see Vincent.

I walk in the door and the boy on the bed is not my Vincent.