Bad Love (on hold)

chapter 2

I wake up the next morning with the sensation of a cold substance being sprayed on my face. My eyes suddenly open at the sight of my Dad throwing water on me.

'Do you mind?' I scoffed as he backed away, clearly impressed at having woken me up successfully. He simply gave me a scowl before leaving the room. I rolled my eyes at his lack of verbal communication and sat up, rubbing the water from my eyes. I looked at my alarm which simply read 7:30.

'Oh crap.' I sighed as I realised today was Monday which was the dreaded first day of college. Since I had taken an extended break because of my Mother's death, I had completely forgotten the syllabus. My only hopes were that in the next few months, I would suddenly achieve top grades. This was coming from a girl who struggled getting higher above a C Minus in any class.

My fashion sense was hideous, considering that I chose to wear a simple black jumper and jeans. I had not taken after my Mother in the style department, considering she was a fashion designer. I, however had disappointed her in my lack of knowledge of the fashion world. I put on my shoes, before finally deciding to go to the kitchen.

My Dad was sitting at the breakfast bar, newspaper in hand. He grunted when I came in but barely acknowledged me as I searched the drawers for some food to quench the hunger that I was suddenly feeling.

'I'm going grocery shopping today. Get yourself something from the shop.' He said, turning the page as he watched me sigh deeply as I closed the empty drawers.

I got my bag and went out of the house, feeling a sense of liberty and freedom after being cooped up in the house with my hostile Dad. He had told me earlier where the line of stores were, so I quickly went in the direction as he had instructed. I saw Starbucks painted across one of them and my mood lifted considerably. A coffee was what I needed as of now.

I went into the shop, breathing in the refreshing smell of fresh coffee beans. The queue was relatively short, which was a bonus as I was running short of time. I went up to the counter and ordered a latte before steering myself to the side, allowing more customers to order. Once my drink had been served, I turned towards the direction of the exit, however the fact that the floor has been recently cleaned did not enter my mind as I slipped, my latte fell onto the hand of a stranger.

'What the fuck?' The guy said angrily, as he attempted to cool his skin, which was burning now as a result of the hot drink. I looked up anxiously, to see dark eyes looking at me. This random, pissed off stranger may have been fuming but I could not deny that he was certainly beautiful. I realised that my gaze had failed to lift, so I averted my eyes in order to escape anymore conflict with this guy.

'I'm sorry. It was an accident.' I said, in a failed attempt to make this guy calm down, but judging from the rapid breathing coming from in front of me, he was still obviously annoyed.

'Watch where your going next time.' He growled as he pushed past me, returning to the counter. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment as we had both caught the attention of the customers sitting down. Their eyes were fixed on me, clearly judging me for my lack of control over a drink. I walked steadily out of the store, before the redness clouding my cheeks finally dimmed to a cool pink.

I dared to look once again through the window of the store, only to see the stranger give me a dirty look. I turned on my heel and started the walk to a place of doom, also known as college. It was after a few minutes of walking, did I realise that I wasn't fixed with my daily dose of coffee. A bitch fit in school would be understandable for me now.

As I reached the gates of my hell, I saw the classical groups of teenagers crowding the entry. Realising that I was the only person walking alone, I folded my arms. It was a useless attempt of defence as nobody attempted to even look at me. Instead they were fixed on someone behind me. I suddenly turned back too, curious about why their attention was so fixated on this person.

Standing against the wall of the gate, a smirk painted across his face was none other than the guy who I had seen at Starbucks. He was standing with a large group of people who I assumed were popular. His smirk never wavered as he basked in the attention. However, as his eyes trained on me, a grimace was slowly taking place.

This was not going to be a great year.