Total 360° (Interracial)

9. All The Cheeses.

  "What can I get for you?"  The girl behind the counter asked.  I couldn't help notice that she was only talking to James. She had shoulder long auburn hair with the starkest set of black eyes I'd ever seen. I had never seen black eyes before, especially ones that contrasted so sharply against her- everything! Her skin was practically the colour of porcelain. While she was busy straightening the counter I caught sight of inch long false nails. Or at least I assumed they were, I hope they were. 'I wonder how she wipes.' 

  "How can you work with dragon claws dangling from your fingertips?" I muttered. Looked like I needed to work on my muttering skills because James heard my little comment and chuckled. Apparently, so did the waitress because she gave me a dirty look. 'Whoops.'

  "Latoya, what do you want?" He turned to me.

  " I'll have a shaken iced passion tango, an apple cider doughnut and a blueberry scone." I replied, gazing up at the menu board. I pulled a smile and faced our lovely waitress. She handed me the scone which I in turn, gazed lovingly at it, thinking of all the fun times we were about to have.

  "You?" She returned her attention to James.

  "Uh- I'll have a almond protein with whipped cream and a chocolate croissant ." It sounded more like a question than a statement. We paid, well, James did. He did after all, kidnap me from school. Okay, kidnap is a bit hostile; he bribed, nope, still not good, he persuaded me into going there. Yes, that'll work.

  She gave a Miss America smile, to James, not me, and strutted off, swinging her hips a little too much. 'Where the fuck are you strutting to? The blender is like two feet away.'

  Although I had planned on making love to my newly given pastries, my body had different ideas. As usual. I placed the bag with my treats on a table, motioned for James to come sit, then said, "I'll be back." I pointed to the bag, "Touch it and I'll burn you in a stake.

  "Yes ma'am." He replied half-jokingly. The other half was serious. I guess he saw the murder in my eyes. They do say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

  I left him there, in the hands of our capable barista, who by now was watching me with wary eyes. 

After doing my daily squats for the day over what I'd call Oscar the Grouch's home, I proceeded to fight with the sensors every company seems adamant to punish me with. So, there I was, for a lengthy twenty seconds just waving my hand like I'm performing a damn magic trick under the pipe in hopes that the water flowed. It did, finally and I washed my hands. 

  I was just about to fight with the napkin dispenser when my phone rang. I didn't even bother think about whether to dry my hands or not. By the time I did, I would have missed to call so my phone had to endure a bit of moisture.

  I fished it out of my pocket, careful not to wet my pants. My phone could be wet, I could dry that with a napkin, my jeans however would be another story. I checked the caller ID before answering. "Yes Sof."

  "Where are you, why are you not in school? " She bombarded me with a thousand questions. 'I've been kidnapped.' "We were worried about you." 'Lies.' I sighed and rolled my eyes, silently praying to all higher beings to make her stop. "So where are you?" 

  "In a bathroom."

  "Why?"

  "I needed to piss."

  "Ew."

  'I swear one of these days I'll roll my eyes so far back into my head it will get stuck.' "You asked."

  "Who's bathroom are you in?"

  "I don't know."

  "How the hell do you not know?" She was screaming by now and to be quite honest, I felt sorry for whoever was near her but I felt more sorry for my ears. I was too young to be needing hearing aids but it seemed that Sofie was going to prove me wrong.