When A Heartbeat Breaks

Chapter 6 - Scared the Hibi-jibies out of me

I am not going straight home. No way. Well I can't, I'm not straight... Get it? Okay ignore that, instead of going home I decided to head to the smoothie shack. Once arriving at the doors, I gently push them open, causing a small bell to ring. The walls where decorated with vibrant coloured wood planks. The tables circular, fitting 1-4 people, besides the ones skirting the windows, which hold 8. The place is pretty big, but really quiet. I guess they were expecting more customers.

I keep my hood up, and head low as I prevail to the counter.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The lady at the counter asked. She was in her maybe mid 50's early 60's, wearing the vibrant uniform consisting of red, pink and yellow. A weird combination if you ask me, but it works nicely.

"Can I have a berry burst please," I reply barely above a whisper.

"Berry burst?" She questions unsure. I just nodded my head.

"Okay, may we take a name for your order, Hun?"

"Sam." I replied emotionless. My social anxiety is really not helping me right now.

"Alrighty, your drink will be served soon, please wait over there," she pointed to another counter,"and your name will be called out." she explained. I just reply by another simple nod, and make my way to the other counter.

After awkwardly waiting there for about 5 minuets, my name was finally called out. I walked towards the man at the counter. He wore a warm, welcoming smile, wearing a uniform consisting of the same colours as the lady at the bar.

I gave him my receipt to show him my order number, and he happily gave me my drink. I strode towards a lonely table on the far corner, it has two chairs, but I don't care. I sat myself down at the chair, facing my back to the wall. I plug in my headphones, pulled out my laptop and began typing. It's what I do when I'm alone. I've been working on a story for about a year now, and I'm hoping to one day get it published.

Again, after 5 boring minuets of typing, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around so quickly it hurt my neck.

Stood behind me, wearing her confident grin, was Mia. God sake, can't she leave me alone?

"Do you mind? You scared the hibi-jibies out of me. . " I started the conversation. She started to chuckle.

"Hubi-jibies? What is that?" She started to laugh now. I blushed in embarrassment As I realised what I said. That's something even a five year old would cringe at.

"I- uh. . Shut up." I replied, turning my red face away and back to my screen.

"Aww I'm sorry," she said, calming down from her laughing fit. Bitch.
"You look so adorable when your embarrassed,"

What. What what huh? She just said that, holy shiza. My face flushed a more vibrant red, if that is possible. "Did you hit your head?" I asked.

"Well, maybe when i was pushed," she chuckles.

"You where pushed?" I questioned. Why? I'm guessing it's cuz she came out to the entire school.

"Awe, does somebody care" she says smirking.

"Give it a break Mia," I reply glancing over to her. She's really getting on my nerves now.

"Okay I'm sorry. And yeah, some girl pushed me over. Emma? No, Emily. She seemed a bit pissed, but she looks gayyyy!" That was it. My eyes started watering the table. My eyes betrayed me...

"Hey what's wrong..." She asked, putting her hand on my back.

"She is closet lesbian... She dumped me yesterday..." I replied truthfully. Mia walked around the table, gently pulling me up by the arms. She knew where the scars where, so she was smart enough to avoid them once again today I was pulled into her embrace. Normally I would tense at human contact, or push them away. But I didn't. Instead I burried my head into the crook of her neck, and sobbed. I've never cried this much. I've have no reason to cry. It's not like anybody will notice me. Or care. But I feel I've got somebody to cry too now. So I just cry. But I feel as if somebody is watching me. Watching us.