A Psychic's Coffee

Chapter 3

"Miguel, I can't stand people who cram for tests," I told him, while we were walking into the library, "I always put my best effort into what I do."

"That's why people are put off by you."

"That's their fault, not mine and I enjoy reading in the library not studying," I responded as I opened the front doors

"You should relax from time to time, dude."

"Procrastination is not relaxation, Miguel. That is a life lesson worth remembering."

"Dude, is that Allen?" Miguel asked, pointing to the Teenage guy sitting with a leatherbound book.

Allen was a guy in my Calculus bc class. His warm personality and good looks melted the hearts of girls at our school.

I'd hear people gossiping in the halls: "Did you hear, so-and-so is going out with Allen!"

"I wish I was with him. The way Allen helps me out with my homework, and he always does things like that."

"I know, he even helps out with local charities. That would definitely get me some likes on Instagram."

I scoff at their immature behavior. The only reason they interact with people is so they can uplift their own social standing and not because they find their "friends"...enjoyable and intelligent. Know that I think about it, do I want to become like these people? I can't even decide if it's worth the trouble, but it is a technique that will help me understand these social elites.

Focusing on his book he asked not even interested in addressing my question; "Who are you?"

"You know this is the second time I've had to say this," I responded, "It is certainly good to know that my avoidance of human contact has worked to some extent and by the way, it's Scott."

"Oh, Scott, don't know who you are," He spoke, again not looking up from the publication.

"You should know me we do take the same math class."

"I'm studying right now so can you do me a favor and screw off,"

That was an amazing waste of time and gas money. I could have bought two donuts for the cafe for that much. Then, I looked off my shoulder and then the other.

"Where is Miguel," I mumbled. Now I have to look for him, just great. He should have left some obvious signs of where he went at least. The disadvantage of Miguel's ADHD was that he couldn't focus without his meds or at night when his meds wore off. This was made up for by the fact that Miguel leaves an extremely noticeable trace.

"Like this book he left on the floor," I said to myself while picking up the book. The title read Communication Skills for Dummies. That might be an interesting read.

"These books are half-way pulled out," I noted Miguel probably went through here. I walked through the children's section to the young-adult area, and what you know, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"I came here to look for some books with my friend Scott, you know the normal stuff," Miguel said, passively.

"Thanks for letting me know, but can you let me find a book," Said a random female who goes to our school. I think it was Allison, a girl who kept mostly to herself.

Miguel spoke in a confident tone of voice, "Sure!"

Miguel let the women leave as I approached him.

"Miguel let's go," I told him; "And I found a book to read."

"Why dude, I almost had her," Miguel said, complaining to me.

I stated, "Well this whole friendly thing isn't going too well."