precious | e.d (discontinued)

Six | That night

Alexa's POV

I probably look like like a psycho, getting sucked into my thoughts. Well here's the thing, that happens. A lot. I always think too much and over analyze things, to the point that it feels like my brain is asking me questions, or even making comments on its own.

"Hi ma'am, what can I get you?" The lady behind the cash register asks.

"I'll have a venti pink drink please."

"Name, please?

"Eth-" oh shit, "Alexa."

She sets down the cup to a place behind the counter, and the fact that I couldn't see it made me anxious.

"That'll be five dollars and forty-five cents please."

I pull out te money and give it to her, and she hands me my change.

I patiently wait at a table near the claiming section as I scroll through Twitter, checking Gordon Ramsey's roast tweets. Makes my day better.

"Venti pink Drink for Eth-Alexa!" The lady calls.

Is that supposed to be me?

I approach the lady and ask, "Is that me?"

"Yes ma'am," she hands me my drink, "Enjoy your drink!"

I look at the plastic cup, that says, "Ethalexa."

I sigh and walk to the same table, staring at my cup. Not realizing, the corners of my lios tilt up.

I start to drink as I put on my earphones. I look out the window, and notice dark clouds start to form. Soon, the rain starts to pour. I found myself observing the droplets harshly fall to the ground and slip on the grass, the others getting wiped away by windscreen wipers, others falling onto people's shoulders, and of course onto umbrellas.

Out of nowhere, the thought of the very last night I spent with Ethan popped into my head.

The fuck?

After a few moments, I figured trying to shrug it off was a waste of fucking brain juice.

Yesterday, my head spun from thinking about it. I don't even get it, why did I become so affected when the thought always finds its way to my head frequently anyway? It was just sex, everything I said about catching feelings for him was not true, I'm pretty sure everyone thinks for a moment that they fall in love with the first ever person they fucked.

"Hi." A familiar voice says, stopping me from diving deep into my thoughts again.

It's Grayson.

"Oh hi Gray."

With water droplets on his sweater, and a couple on his hair bringing it down slightly, he takes a seat, and his hair bounces. I giggle.

"What?" He looks at me.

"Your hair's still floppy." I smile.

He grins, running his right hand through his hair, pulling it up.

He looks out the window, "It's pouring out there."

"Yep." I say, taking a sip of my cold drink.

Grayson takes a look at my beverage and gives me a look.