Electric Blue

Lucille's POV Chapter 1: The Start of Something

I woke up seeing red behind my eyelids. I tried eyelashes apart because they were stuck together. Must have been crying again.

I finally pulled them apart and trudged to my bathroom. I turned the water faucet in the shower to about the middle being very gloomy. I ran the shampoo and conditioner through my hair as I thought about my plan for the day.

I took about five minutes then slid out. I dried my body, wrapped the towel around my head, and put on my robe.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I had brown eyes with rings of yellow, no cheekbones, a small nose, (which I inherited from my mother) and silky ebony hair with red streaks that go down to my knees.

I settled for some light makeup and swept my hair up into a piled bun on my head.

I went to my closet and decided I would wear a lavender hoodie with black leggings. I slipped on my plani black flip-flops and checked that the dogs were in their kennels and quickly opened the door and shut it behind me.

I needed to get out of the house so I decided to go to Sunlight Cafè.

As I stepped outside the humidity hit me like a tsunami.

I started walking down the stone walkway gazing up at the trees which surrounded my house like a gate.

I got to the edge of the walkway and opened my car door. I quicly speeded away from the mess I call 'my home'.

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When I finally got there, there was a huge line. I got in the queue as quiet as a could. To pass time I let my eyes sweep across the crowd.

I saw normal people doing normal things and then I locked eyes with someone. I saw haunting blue eyes boring into mine beneath a black hood.

His elbows were set upon the brown circular table propping his head on his hands. It looked like he had a frappe with extra whip with the cap nowhere to seen.

Nobody sitting around him as if he had the plague.

Realizing there was a huge gap in the line caused by me staring at the blue-eyed loner I stepped forward and forced myself to look away.

Wanting to catch another glimpse of him I looked over only to find him looking out the window.

Bummer.

I turned back to find myself at the till. I mumbled quickly that I wanted a straight black coffee.

It came quick and I decided I would take table two table's away from the hooded stranger.

I took the risk of brushing past the stranger and I 'accidentally' brushed off his hood.

His eyes, bluer up close, stared into mine looking shocked.

Before I could get a better glimpse of his face he forced me down in the chair across from him.

As he pulled me down my drink slammed to my chest and spilled all over my tank top.

Now instead of looking shocked he looked surprised.

He still looked at me. He didn't seem to take notice I spilled a drink on my shirt and that it was clinging to my chest like I was its lifeline.

I turned my head to see if there was someone behind me he was looking at, but there was no one.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat feeling a blush rise to my cheeks.

"Wh-wha-why...do..." he sputtered out making spinning gestures.

I asked confused, "Umm...do I know you?"

"Yes...well, no but, I... you seriously don't know who I am?"

"Should I?"

"Yes you should." he exclaimed finally making sense, sort of. He had still had a confused look on his face.

"Who are you then?" I asked. It sounded more like a statement than an answer.

"Ja-remy," he cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "Jaremy Blocken."

"Well, Jaremy, I think we have a problem." I stated raising an eyebrow.

"And what would that be Ms.Hypocrite." He replied in the same tone AND lifted an eyebrow.

"By the way my name's Lucille. And the problem's-"

"Why aren't you asking why I called you a hypocrite?" he interupted.

"Why should I?"

"Most people would care."

"I'm not like other people."

"No duh." He snorted with an eye roll.

I tuck a stray hair behind my ear and shift in my seat a little. "Well, um, it was nice meeting you and all but I-"

"Wait, what was the problem?" he questioned.

I started standing up and said, "I'm pretty sure your lying about your name."

I started walking away but I felt someone pull me back down into my former seat.

"Um...I just wanted to ask, ugh...what's your number?"

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