"That's very philosophically true," he said smiling teasingly.
"Elaborate then, philosopher Marc."
"Marc?" He asked slightly frowning.
"Your name is a bit long; Mar-cus- too long. Besides, if you get to call me little phoenix, why don't I get to call you Marc?" I nudged his shoulder.
"Fine, I like it anyway," he chuckled nudging me back.
"Go on, give me a piece of your mind."
"Brave and honorable are two adjectives fit to describe a lover, back at their day. A brave warrior; someone who fights for his lover, a good friend; someone you can count on and have by your side, and pure as a new born baby; if you love someone their sins don't matter- it's like your eyes see them cleansed of their darkness-es and sins."
"That is very philosophical, indeed, but it's bull. I mean, healing tears? Really?"
"Read between the lines, Alissa, healing tears is a symbol for how strong they are- how rare their tears are."
For someone who reads all these books, I sure don't know how to 'read between the lines'.
"Okay, maybe you have a point, but after all it's a myth."
If it were true, I would've been healed a long time ago, I would've been healed from the pain of losing the only two things that bring me joy. If it were true, I would've been able to stand against Lish, my dad or Asher, I would be able to fight for the things and people I love, but it's not true.
I pushed the brew's door open, sucking in a breath of coffee and pastry aroma, and headed towards a table in corner. I somewhat felt okay with opening up to Marcus, maybe because he's the only one that has ever offered or maybe because he had trust-me vibes radiating off of him- I don't know.
"How do you like your coffee?" He asked setting his backpack down.
"I don't drink coffee."
"Are you human? A highschool student?" He asked chuckling.
"Yes and Yes."
"Would you like a smoothie or juice?"
"I'm not sure," I said making my way to the cashier where the menu was hung on the wall.
I skimmed through the options, not knowing what to choose as I don't usually sit at brews- just fancy restaurants even though the brew seems much nicer.
"The strawberry cheesecake smoothie is delicious," he suggested.
"What's a smoothie?" I blurted for the question has always wandered at the back of my mind.
I knew it was something normal, but I just didn't do normal. At the kind of hang-out-place I go to, it's either wine or champagne. The way he's looking at me doesn't exactly help my situation. I don't want him to think that I'm freak nor do I want him to laugh about it later among his friends.
"Wait here," he instructed shrugging off his jacket before jumping over the counter.
"What are you doing?" I asked looking around worryingly. We'd get in so much trouble for this, brew or fancy ass clubhouse.
"Don't worry," he chuckled working the machines.
He seemed at ease with a smile on his face. He moved freely as his back muscles flexed under his white see through shirt.
What am I doing? I shouldn't be checking him out or thinking about his back muscles or ANYTHING!
"Try it," he said handing me a sample cup. I looked between him, his gigantic smile, and the gooey liquid in the cup.
YOU ARE READING
Crash: Forsaken
Teen FictionAlissa is a girl who loves cliche love stories, where the mysterious hot bad boy has a haunting past and so does the nerd, but they save each other and fall in love in the end. However, her life may not be like in the books, and she's happy...