The Girl In The Coffee Shop

The Girl In The Coffee Shop - "Love, Christian."

"What's the book today?" I look up at Calvin, his face almost instantly changes at seeing my appearance.

It's been a week since they found out my name, a week since I've been to school, a week since I've gotten any sleep, and a week since I've talked to them. I've been ignoring them, knowing they know all about me.

Calvin's face is still taken back by my appearance. I had dark bags underneath my eyes, too dark for any makeup to cover whats going on underneath them. I was in sweats and a baggy sweatshirt.

"You look, different." I rolled my eyes at his snarky comment.

"Thanks Calvin, can always count on you." I heard the coffee shop door open and the jingle of the bell going off.

"Fuck." I whisper and put my head into the table.

I heard Calvin back up and I heard the scraping of three high chairs being pulled out and sat in.

I look up, first at Jordon. His face wasn't as usual. He had no smile, his eyes held no shine, only the image of no sleep. His wasn't as bad as mine. He had definitely received more sleep than I had gotten throughout the week.

My eyes then drifted to Cole. He had had the same expression of no life left in his eyes. Unlike Jordon, I knew exactly why Cole looked like this. Cole and I had a past, I was a bitchy rich kid when our little hookup happened. It was hard to look at him in the eyes.

It was even harder to look at Blake's. Coles and I little fling was a long time ago, but the things between me and Blake. This is all so recent. But  gradually my eyes made way to his, and I regret it instantly. His eyes almost darker than mine, and I know why. Our fathers have been planning something, something that he knows about, but I cannot.

"Calvin, we'll take our orders now!" I called out, knowing this will take awhile.
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"- I know, you all know about Blair Bennett and all the rumors that go around with that horrid name. But I'm not that girl anymore, Cole should know the best. I'm not that girl anymore. But just because you know my true identity doesn't mean I'm just going to open up and share why I've done what I've done." For the past fifteen minutes I feel like I'm lecturing a group of like five year olds. Then I remembered them. " Jordon? Your then only one who I can't put a last name too. Who are your parents?"

He puts his head down and breaths a deep breath.

"Bl-" I cut him off, just because he know my name, does not give him permission to use it.

"No, I'm still jack. You guys may know my true identity, but the other people in here don't I want to keep it that way.

"Jack, you need to promise that you won't flip out at what my name is, okay?" I nod knowing it can't be worse than mine.

"I'm a Braxton. I'm Jordon Braxton." I was stunned, completely and utterly horrified, I felt terrible, and I felt betrayed.

"You lies to me you son of a bitch! How could you lie to me. You said you were an only child, you lied!" I kept my voice low as I talked.

"You said you wouldn't fl-" I cut him off hating him.

"No, I have a right to flip out when you know exactly how it would effect me, Jordon. I'll even bet that you know what happened between your brother and I!" I pause and my voice goes serious. "Jordon, do you know what happened between your brother and I?" I felt tears trying to escape, but I kept them trapped deep down like I have dome for so long.

"Jack, I need to talk to Blair. You may want to keep hiding but whatever I tell you, you need to go by the name Blair." I considered what he was saying.