Tough, scary and edgy. Those are only a few things people would call Nolia Ross. But in reality she is nothing of the sort. Her home life is ... bad to say the least. Her parents wish she was more like her twin brother Jackson who is smart and kind...
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Looking around the quaint little coffee shop I smiled. Not a person from school in sight. Walking up to the counter I felt my phone vibrate. I ignored it. Its was probably just Jackson wanting to yell at me for disappearing.
"What can I get for you dear," the old lady with graying hair asked from behind the counter.
"Um a flat white coffee and..." I paused looking at the pastries.
"The strawberry muffins are to die for," the guy behind me whispered.
Well I do love strawberries. "A strawberry muffin please," I smiled at the lady.
"Alright that will be $3.75 for the coffee and $3.50 for the muffin," she smiled back. I handed her the money. "Have here or take away dear?" She asked.
"I have time, have here please," I said turning around and looked for a seat. I found a booth in the corner by the window. I sat and pulled out my phone. It hadn't stopped buzzing since I stepped foot in this place. Turning it on I chocked.
50 texts!
They weren't all from Jackson but still.
Jackson
Where are you?
I'm serious Nolia!
Where did you go?
Answer me damn it!
Wade
Where are you?
Princess?
Are you ignoring me princess?
Just text me so I know you're not dead.
I rolled my eyes and looked up when someone cleared their throat. "Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" The man from up at the counter asked.
I smiled at him. "Go for it."
He sat down and looked at me. He looked good. He had dark brown hair tat was cut short and day old stubble lined his chin. Something about him made me think of Wade.
"I'm nick," he said after a minute and stuck his hand out.
"Nolia," I shook his hand. A look of surprise flitted across his face for a split second before it was gone. "What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I'm waiting for my boyfriend," he said simply. "He's meant to be meeting me in 30 minutes. He has a study period after lunch."
I blinked at him. He's dating a school student? What is this guy? A creep?
"I can see the look on your face, no its not like that. He's of legal age, hes 18 I'm 20. I'm not some creep," he reassured me. I let out a laugh. He's good.
