Speechless

Chapter 1: Her

"Come oooooon, the food building is about to close!"

Food building, what the fvck?

"Bïtch, it's called a cafeteria. And don't fvcking rush me", I snapped at my best friend.

She stay doing this shït.

She came home late last night... again. And now she waking me up early in the morning for breakfast.

"Ok, you can stay home and starve then, shït", Lanya replied.

"See this is what we not finna do", I pulled off my short shorts and put on some tights, "First of all, I don't have class till 4pm", I put on some slides, "Second of all, you were the one that decided to get wasted last night, not me. I should be sleeping til 10am, not getting up at 8am to walk across campus when, third of all, we have food here!!!", I stormed off to the kitchen.

"But I don't feel like cooking! And you don't either! There is a whole building with free food, and all you have to do is jog a few minutes an--"

"Nya. Shut up. I'll go, damn."

She grinned nice and bright towards me, "Thank you best fren!", she smacked my ass as she skipped out the door.

"Ow!", I yelled, "You know I hate that shit!" I followed her out the front door, only to be met with the a bone-chilling wind. "Shït!"

"Girl, it ain't that bad, and it ain't that far", Nya began skipping towards the cafeteria and I slowly trudged behind her, shivering. "Come Taly! The slower you move the colder you'll be. That's just logic."

I rolled my eyes and jogged along beside her, impatiently waiting for the ability to feel my nose again.

I hate the cold.

On the real.

I hate it.

I kept jogging anyways cause we were halfway there by now and I was too hungry to turn back around.

Halfway through the school year and we still in these old ass habits. I need a change or something... Maybe I'll get a tattoo?

We reached the "food building" right as the doors were being locked.

"Wait!", Nya yelled at the woman, "Wait! Please! It's cold as hell, and we're starving", she began to tear up.

This bitch. Crying on command again.

I gotta learn how to do that someday...

I played along, "Yes! Ma'am, come on, are we ever late any other day? And I did volunteer and help with the dishes that one week. We can eat whatever y'all have left!"

Lanya stopped tearing up, "...We can? Hold up, I did not walk all the way over here for no cold l--"

I gave her a look.

"I mean, I didn't walk over here for cold leftovers! I'm here to check on you, Ms. Jackson... and them waffles, cause they are calling my name!", I couldn't help but laugh at my bestie.

Apparently I wasn't the only one who found her amusing because Ms. Jackson grinned and let us through.

"Yes!", Lanya said as she basically sprinted towards the open buffet.

I calmly walked my way to the waffles as well and began to fix my plate. Waffle, on chocolate, on waffle, on peanut butter, with a pad of butter and half a cup of hot maple syrup drizzling down the sides.

My mouth began to water.

Carefully balancing my waffle plate, orange juice and fruit bowl on my tray, I found a table in the middle of the room and sat down.

Shït, this looks good as hell.

Raising my right hand, my  knife began to dive into the waffles. Right when I began to chew on the sweet and salty carbs, a random object hits me smack in the middle of my forehead.

"What the fvck?", I turned around to find who was ready to catch these hands.

Nobody interrupts breakfast.

I stood up pissed the hell off and turned around with my arms crossed. Walking towards the column that was hiding the perpetrator, all I could think about was how my waffles were getting soggy.

"Hey!", I yelled, "excuse you!" I looked behind the column to see a young man standing next a bin full of cleaning supplies.

He was holding a bottle of bleach with it's cap missing.

"Did you just throw the cap to that?"

He looked frightened.

"What the hell is wrong with you?", he continued to stare at me, "Am I talking to a fvcking brick wall?"

I was beginning to become infuriated.

"Well shït, the least you could do is fvcking apologize! Dámn!"

He looked around to another place in the cafeteria, still not uttering a word. As he found a new interest in the gray tables, I studied him.

He had light brown skin and curly dark brown hair peaking out from under an ugly brown snap-back. Dressed in a pair of khaki pants, dirty black Nikes, and a plain black shirt, he looked homeless or something. 

"Oh my god, this is some bullshït", I turned to walk away, but stopped when I felt a hand tap my shoulder. 

I looked back and he was just standing there. 

"What?!?"

He looked across the room and I followed his eyes towards the blue bleach cap that interrupted my breakfast. 

"You want me to bring it back to you?"

He gave me this look as if to say 'If you don't mind...'.

I stomped over to the table with my half soggy waffles and looked under the table to find the blue cap. Quickly, I snatched the cap from the floor and threw it at the rude áss dude. He tried to dodge it, but some bleach spilled on his pants. 

Instead of cursing and yelling like any other normal guy would, he simply gave me this look that seemed to say 'WHAT THE FVCK, WOMAN?', and placed the bleach on a nearby table before storming off towards the now closed buffet. 

"And that's what yo áss get! Rude self!", I yelled. I felt pretty good. I made my way back to my table to find Lanya staring at me like I was a psychopathic side chick. "What?", I questioned as I sat down.

"The fvck was that?"

"Oh, dude threw a bleach cap at me while I was eating. He didn't even have the decency to apologize. Just stared at me. Then he had the audacity to ask me to bring it back!"

"He hit you with a bleach cap? Then asked you to bring it back??"

"Yeah! ... No. Well, he didn't really say it. He didn't say anything... but the ásshole did spill bleach on himself after I threw the cap back at him", I giggled.

"That's pretty fvcked up, Tal", Nya scolded me and continued to eat her fruit.

"Ok, it's not like they were good clothes anyways. They were dirty and shït, I did him a favor."

She gave me a look, "Ok, what if he didn't mean to hit you, now you trashed his clothes for no reason."

"I honestly don't give a fvck. He interrupted my breakfast and now half my waffles are soggy. He coulda got bleach on me! Or even worse, my dámn food!", I stabbed my forked into the top waffle.

It was soaked.

I pouted before taking the top waffle off the rest of them, since it was the only one that was completely drenched. It was easy to pair a soggy piece with a dry piece to salvage my delicious meal.

As I slowly began to re-enjoy my breakfast, Lanya looked up and asked, "Was he cute tho?"

(Lanya at the top)