I immediately checked my phone when I woke up, it’s 9.17.
I looked at the ceiling and blinked, I didn’t even saw Ryder last night after the performance. Probably, he went home early or something . . .
I sat on my bed for a while and recalled everything that happened last night. I rolled my eyes when I remembered Luca. What did he want anyway? I stood up and I walked into the kitchen to make a cup of tea.
As I was stirring my tea, I heard a knock on my door. I groaned before I lazily walked to open the door,
“What the fuck are you doing here, Lauren?” I rolled my eyes.
“Morning, Vic,” she paused. “Wow, you look like shit,” she grinned. She stepped inside, running her hand through her blond hair. I slammed the door shut and followed her into my kitchen. When I was drinking my tea, Lauren’s head shot up and she asked me a question,
“So, did you meet anyone last night?”
“Actually, yes I did. When I was looking for Ryder, the guitarist, this guy came up and said hi to me.”
“What a freak,” Lauren scoffed as she opened my fridge.
“I know right. His name’s Luca and he’s the drummer,” I said.
“And did you . . . you know—”
“Did I have sex with him? No, of course not. He looked too nice so, yeah,” I shrugged.
“Hey, do you want to go and buy some breakfast?” she asked.
“Finally . . . God, I’m starving.”
*
“Bacon and eggs, please,” I said to the waitress. “What about you, Laur?”
“Pancakes,” she said. She was texting Collin. I gave the waitress a nod and she smiled before she left. I looked at Lauren, she was still busy texting her stupid boyfriend. I sighed.
“You again?” I heard a familiar voice. My head shot up to see who it was. I rolled my eyes, it was Luca. Lauren turned her head around to see who it was,
“Who’s this?” she asked.
“The freak,” I glared at Luca.
“Oh, great!” Lauren smiled widely. “I got to go.”
“What the hell. Why?!” I raised my voice.
Lauren stood up, “It’s Collin. I’ll call you later, okay?” she turned around, walking away.
“What about your pancakes?” I whined. And then, she was gone just like that.
I sighed loudly. Seriously? I ran a hand through my hair frustratingly. I guess I don’t mean anything to her so she just left me for her boyfriend . . .
“I can eat her pancakes,” Luca shrugged. I looked at him as he sat down slowly, not saying a word.
The waitress came back with our food and when the waitress leaves; his light blue eyes were staring into my dull green ones. He took a deep breath before he said,
“So, tell me about yourself.”
