Beautifully Broken

Chapter 5

"RENAE!!"

I leap out of bed and see the clock. It's 8:45 and my first class is at nine. I look around my room and realized after coming home from the cafe last night I must have started drawing. Because I am laying in my bed with my sketchpad and pencils all around me. And my stuff animal Caption (she is my stuffed penguin and I have had her to sleep with every night) is on the floor.

Oh great, I am still wearing the clothes I wore last night and forget to take off my makeup. What a perfect way to start my first day at college.

"Renaeeee!"

"I am up!"

I look around and see that Marie is the one waking me up.

"Thanks girl, I owe you one."

"Yes, you do," Marie agrees while she gets her things together to leave.

"See you later!" She calls as she walks out the door.

Okay so, I got about ten minutes to get ready, let's do this!!

Within ten minutes I was able to: put on a sweater, jeans, vans, and a scarf. Put on jewelry, put on base makeup, eyeliner, and mascara. Finally, make it to my class with two minute to spear. So my first class is english, my worst class. I can draw not write, and I hate grammar. English was always my worst subject in school.

"Good morning class, my name is Mr. Benson." my new teacher calls while coming to the classroom and slamming the door. I am sitting in my usual spot, in the very back so no one can see me. I look around at everyone and no one really stands out to me. Wait a minute. I think I see the guy I saw at the coffee shop last night. The guys with the dark chocolate eyes, shining smile.

But wait a minute, focus Renae, Mr. Benson is talking.

After listening to Mr. Benson talk for what seemed like three and a half weeks, I finally got my first project. Is to read an old boring book and write a ten page book report. Yay.

I write down my homework then I leave the classroom. Still I keep looking for that guy but he must be gone by now. Why do I even care so much about a random guy? He's just like any other guy, I must be going insane.

***

"Sam, I am going insane?" I ask her while taking another sip of my coffee. I at the coffee shop right now, Sam is at her break, and soon I will be starting. Currently we are in the break room and I am telling Sam how I am losing my mind.

"Renae, you're not going insane." She rolls her eyes at me, today Sam super cute wearing her black pants, converse, the t-shirt we wear for work, and has her coffee brown hair pulled up in a ponytail.

"You may actually like someone!" I just roll my eyes, Sam is full sarcasm.

"I don't like him, I don't even know his name!"

"Babe, face the facts, you liiiiikkkkkeee him!" Sam coos, I throw my empty plastic cup at her, she just laughs in return.

But seriously, I don't even know his name, I just don't understand why I even think about him. He's just a random guy anyways. I need to just get over myself and move on with my life. But first, more coffee.

***

"Okay and what is your name?"

Now I am working and man, this place is crowded.

"Orders up!" Maggie my coworker shouts.

Today despite how it's night time and at a coffee shop that equals show time, only three people are working counting me. After a long five hour shift, finally it's time to go home. But as I am walking at the door, I see that guy again. He's writing, he looked so focused that his hand is moving so fast. He is in his wheelchair, he looks so happy that his dark eyes sparkle as he writes. He has very long legs, his wheelchair can barely hold them. Wow, he is really beautiful. Oh crap he's looking at me!

"Run Renae! Run!" I think to myself then bam.

I trip over the rug, my books fly high in the sky, I fall on my face, and I spilled coffee all over my favorite pair of shoes, yay.

"Wow girl you really made a mess uh?" Maggie smiles as she helps me collet my book and clean myself up.

"Is that guy looking?"

"Who?" Then I point to him.

"The dude in the wheelchair?"

"Yes he is more than just 'the dude in the wheelchair." I correct her.

"Oh okay, I see what's going on here!" Maggie laughs but I have no idea what is so funny, I just didn't random dude seeing me look like a fool.

"What!?" I demand.

"You liiikkkke him!" She coos.

What is up with people thinking I like him? He's just a random dude, I don't even know his name.

"Why do you and Sam think I like him?"

"It's all over your face." Maggie laughs and helps me up off the ground. I forgot that since Sam has been working here for while, her and Maggie have become close.

"Enough about me, do you think Sams likes Dave?" I ask her.

" Dave?"

We both look over at Dave and see him cleaning the tables. He does have bright blue eyes, Sam's weakness. He is cute, beach blonde hair, very tall, muscular, and he looks around our age. "Maybe, I didn't know." Maggie is still thinking.

"Well he is cute."

"Yeah but Sam's type?"

"That I don't know, well I am out, see you Renae!" Maggie calls, gives me a quick hug then walks away. I look over to see if random dude is gone.

"Good he's gone." I say to myself then I finally go home.