Calls From The Toilet [DISCONTINUED]

Guess Who?

Third Person P.O.V.

A girl wearing a maroon sweater and blue jeans walked up to a coffee shop. It was chilly outside and her beautiful straightened hair was curling at the ends. She wore nude lipstick that defined her lips and walked with confidence. Her skin was flawless and smooth, no sign of scars, and as she smiled, boys did a double take and stopped just to stare. She walked on, as though she didn't know the effect she had on others, but she did. And she wielded her beauty like a sword. Beside her stood another girl, this one was also beautiful, she had long luscious hair, tied back in a ponytail. Her eyes were line with kohl and her lips painted a deep red. When others looked at them, they'd consider them to be sisters, as both were beautiful. And maybe they weren't, maybe they were.

The wind was calm and the sky was clear. Both girls entered the coffee shop, their heels clicking on the polished wooden floor. The first girl, the one with the nude lips, pointed towards a table in the corner where a boy sat alone. At first glance, he would have seen like that stereotypical rich bad boy, with the leather jacket, jeans, Timberland shoes, dark hair and eyes with a bunch of piercings and tattoos in different places.

The girls headed over to them and sat down across from him, the second girl clearing her throat.

The boy looked up, a lock of his thick dark hair falling over his eyes. "Oh, hey, Aubrey." His dark eyes ran over the second girl, lingering on her eyes. Who could this be? Loretta?

"Hey, Michael, you called?" The first girl, Aubrey said, placing her hand over his.

"Yeah, I did. But I thought you'd come alone."

"I would've, but Loretta over here needed a ride to her boyfriend's, so right after we're done here, I'm going to drop her off." Aubrey pointed to Loretta.

"Loretta!" Michael looked up at her in shock. This was Loretta, the quirky, weird girl I've been texting the past many weeks? She's taken?! Then he composed himself. "Nice to meet you, Loretta."

"It's nice to meet you too." Her eyes shone.

"So, why'd you call me here?" Aubrey asked setting her bag down beside her. Loretta sat back and waited.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes, that would be nice." Aubrey reapplied another layer of lipstick from her makeup mirror.

"I'm breaking up with you." Michael said bluntly.

"What!!" Aubrey stood up, makeup forgotten. "I thought what we had was special!"

"No, I never really liked you." Michael sighed, his heart breaking for the beautiful girl in front of him. She may have been a cheerleader, but she was a nice person.

"Then why date me?" She sank in her seat, voice merely a whisper, all anger drained out by that one sentence.

"Because of the pressure. You know, from being stereotyped." Michael stood up. "I'm sorry, but I think it's time I go, if you want I can drive your friend over to her boyfriend."

"Sure, that would be nice, thank you." Aubrey sniffled. She just wanted to go home and sleep, maybe stalk some hot model who has a better life than her.

Michael stood up and left with Loretta, leaving Aubrey behind. Leaving her all alone once again. It was like a cycle, her love life. She would date, put her all into it, and then just like that, they would leave her. Sometimes she wondered if maybe she just wasn't meant for love.

Michael hopped into his car and Loretta got into the passenger seat. She was silent the whole time. "So, Lottie, fancy seeing you here."

"Huh?" She looked at him in confusion. "Oh, yeah, I know. I just had to come, you know. Aubrey is like a sister to me. Although she has her own sister."