Screwed

Chapter 4

Luna

I woke up at 5 am, as was my usual habit. Not to work out. I wasn't fan of sweating for the sake of health. That increased heart rate couldn't be healthy.

After a shower, I put on sweatpants and my Percy Jackson t-shirt. Grabbing a box of ice-cream from my freezer, I sat on the counter and started to have my breakfast.

To a real adult, having ice-cream in the morning was silly. Well, to me it wasn't. Apparently.

"Arschloch," Hermann said, flying to my shoulder.

Shaking my head, I giggled. "Good morning to you too, Mr. Hermann."

I didn't know why he spoke only German, or where he learnt all the swear words, but ever since I got him, the crow's every word was a German cuss words.

I found Hermann in the garden of my parents' mansion. He was just out of the egg, he probably fell from a tree as he tried to break out of his shell. He was injured and at the age of fifteen, I hurried him to the vet. I fed him carefully, didn't even sleep to not miss the moment he could move his wing. Two weeks later, he did. And since then, we were inseparable.

Everyone said I should've let him go.

Didn't I know it?

I tried.

I sent him away a few times, tried to free him so he could find his own species. Every time I set him free, I found him waiting for me at the window of my room. He refused to leave me. Each time he turned back, and stayed on my window until I let him back inside.

He nudged me on my head, bringing me out of my reverie.

After putting another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, I checked my phone.

I sighed when I saw Colton Barbosa hadn't called or texted me.

"Scheisse," Hermann said.

"Yes, Hermann. I think I need to find another way, but first, it's time for me to go to work," I said and jumped from the counter, causing him to fly away.

Grabbing my skateboard, I left my apartment.

When I reached my cafe-shop-bookstore mixture of a place, I stood outside just to admire it. It wasn't a fancy place, actually I bought the place at a bargain. But I would never trade it for the world.

Geeks R Us was my sanctuary. My baby. In every corner of this place, was my hard work, sleepless nights, and my passion.

This place was my fuck you to every person who thought my passion was silly. In this small town, I was the owner of the most interesting and joyful place. The local newspaper said that, not me. And that was enough of a reward for me. Even though I didn't need another reward other than spending time in my own world.

Unlocking the door, I entered my shop. One wall was filled with bookshelves that held Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and PNR books. One wall was covered with all the kinds of comic and pop culture items I could find. The big window on the other wall cast wonderful sunlight over the entire place. It was almost magical. Like the Hogwarts big salon.

I sighed. If only the furniture would fit the atmosphere too. I searched the closest city around my town for some custom made furnitures, but none of them made the kind of pieces I imagined. I wanted to have sofas that looked like spaceships, arm chairs like rockets, and stools like broomsticks, but none of the companies had enough creativity to understand what I wanted.

The doorbell sounded, and I walked toward the kitchen at the back of the place. My daily delivery for the cafe part was here.

I was too bad at baking, or any kind of thing that had to do with preparing food. My taste wasn't appreciated by others. I tried, when I first opened the place. But that first attempt was enough for me to understand no one loved my Popeye Milkshake that had spinach and avocado in it. Strange. To me, it was really delicious.