" your call has been disconnected "

chocolate.

(Abel's pov)
i walked into the small, ugly café that ashley insisted we go to while in my hometown. we headed down the street, my hood was up insuring nobody would notice me.

I watched as Ashley had her arm interlocked with gerald's.
their relationship honestly made me sick, I would never understand commitment, considering I was so used to one night stands, I do not believe I could be with just one girl for so long.

"oh goodness were here." Ashley exclaimed while swinging the café door open and hurridly walking in, close behind her followed Gerald, lamar and lana and her boyfriend as well as my manager. I walked in last, mostly because I didn't want to be here.
We were staying in my home town for a week because the next show wasnt for another ten days, although I really didn't want too my friends insisted we did.

we took our seats before Ashley ran up to the counter to order our drinks.

"Abel, who was that girl last night, yenno, the one with the overprotective black boyfriend."
I honestly couldn't recall considering we got pretty drunk after my show.

"im not sure, why?" I asked
annoyed that lamar would bring up something so insignificant up.

"because shes right there" lamar spoke softly trying to not bring attention to us.
I quickly turned round to look at the dark haired barista at the counter, noticing her small face tattoo on her right cheek. "shes pretty" I heard lana state in a hushed tone.
i didn't really notice how pretty she was last night, probably because of the alcohol but she was very pretty. her hair was in tight braids, although a few strands did stick out.

"I just got everyone hot chocolate I hope that's okay" ashley spoke which brought me out of the daze i was in while starring at this girl, her tan dark skin was something that you could only compare to, chocolate.

i remember her, and her asshole boyfriend, considering that little paper plane tattoo would be hard to forget but i couldn't quiet remember her name, it started with a w, i think.
" fuck" i muttered, it annoyed me that i couldn't remember.

we continued to talk about my home town while we awaited our drink, just little things like where i used to hangout, the school i went too. stupid things really, lamar was just annoyed as i was.
"so what school did you go to anyway?" questioned lana, i honestly didn't care for these get to know my home town questions but they really were just trying to talk to me about my life before the fame, the drugs, the shows.
"uh well" and just as i was beginning to speak i heard her voice.
"hey guys so i have the hot chocolates" her soft voice spoke while she started placing down the drinks.
she turned away, i'm assuming to grab the rest of the objects we ordered.
i wanted to say something.
" hey i remember you from yesterday, winnifred... wyn, wynter , that's it, right."
wynyer turned to face me and as soon as our eyes locked her face turned pale, almost like she saw a ghost, this caused a small giggle to escape my chapped lips.
" uh" she spoke shakily
" it's alright to be anxious around me babe" i don't know why i was so intrigued in this girl, maybe it was the tattoo, maybe it was the way i made her nervous, either way i knew i had to know her.
" you don't make me nervous" she retorked, crossing her arms over her chest, her voice had fire in it, and i fucking liked it.
" okay babe" i hummed out.
" oh don't flatter yourself, only my boyfriend may call me that, although you may be used to getting what you want, you will not be getting the right to call me that." she spoke harshly before turning around quickly.
this girl just directly disrespected me and it kinda turned me on, she seemed so innocent at first but i know for a fact there was more to her, so much more.

" what the fuck was that" lana questioned, and the rest of our friends began to look at me questionably.
" nothing i was just.." my voice trailed off as i didn't even know what i was doing.
" flirting?" lamar laughed as he spoke, i shot him a glare.
" she's just a stupid fan" i huffed grabbing my steaming drink
" i don't fall for fans" i spoke out to no one in particular.
although i don't fall, i fucking wanted to know her.