Andrea's POV:
I jolt awake and my senses spring as Joe hauls me down the hallway.
"Hey, wait up!", I yell as he guides me towards the café.
"Oh, I'm done with you being anti-social, Andrea", Joe states.
"What's brought in a hurry is soon to be regretted..." I warn.
"Trust me, you won't regret it."
"But why would I want to make new friends when I've got you guys?" I question.
"Enough with the flattery, Andrea. You need to expand your friend circle"
"Friend circle is like a rubber band. You can expand it to an extent, but once it reaches the last of it's limits, it'll snap." Oh damn, my inner William Blake takes charge.
"Ms. Andrea Cowardly Atwood" he snaps.
"Hey, Cowardly isn't my middle name!" I protest.
"Since you don't have one, Cowardly will do just right. So if you're done with your William Blake articulation, may we proceed with the assigned task, Ms. Socially Awkward?"
And now I have to deal with Joel Calhound Williams and his absolutely ludicrous nicknames.
"Whatever you say, Captain" I sigh as I give up. I'm so not in the mood for a wrangle right now.
"Now that's my good girl" he says, as he smiles.
"So who are we meeting today?" I ask.
"Nah ah! Suspense!" He says excitedly, rubbing his hands together.
Now that's unusual.
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"Andrea Atwood. Administration Department. From Fresno, California" I say with an accustomed tone to the girl.
"Andrea, we're here to make friends, not to submit your job resumé" Joe chimes.
The girl breaks into a fit of giggles and I sigh.
"Hey, I'm Aubrey. How you doin'?" The girl introduces herself.
"Hello, Aubrey. Pleasure meeting you" I say and smile a customary smile, in attempts to be polite.
"Now that's more better" Joe whispers from beside me.
My throat is parched. Fortunately, I find no glass of water on the table.
"I'm going to get some water for myself. Would you like me to get something for you, Aubrey?" I ask, in my sweetest of tones.
Second attempt at being polite.
"A coffee, maybe?" She replies
"Sure" I mutter and rise up from my seat.
I breathe out a sigh of relief as I walk to the counter.
I get Aubrey's coffee and head back to the far end of the café, to return to our table. But instead of Aubrey's auburn hair, my gaze shifts to find a tall homo-sapien with hazel green eyes.
'Where's Aubrey?' I wonder.
When I reach the table, I realise that the two of them are in deep conversation. I refuse to look up and sit beside Joe. They still aren't aware of my presence.
"Aubrey's coffee" I mutter, and Joe turns to face me.
"Since she's left, I'll have the coffee." Joe says and continues his conversation with the tall homo-sapien.
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Not Alone
Teen FictionAll-new reimagined from the ground up re-invented from the inside out Andrea Atwood was redesigned and redeemed. The new Atwood can master any skill within the blink of an eye and withstand any blow. Beauty, brains, power and sophistication, she wa...
