loser //l.h.

2: Talking

***PICTURE ON THE RIGHT IS SHOWING EVER (IGNORE HER EYE COLOR) SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL GOSH AND JUST IMAGINE HER YOUNGER OR WHATEVER U LIKE****

Ever POV:

I looked up at the tall stranger and noticed the warm coffee ran down on our legs.

"Yuck, it's so hot" , I whined , taking a few steps back and looking at my now dirty jeans.

"Sorry", he muttered, looking me uncomfortable long in the eyes. I never told people off because I thought it was rude so I just let him stare. This stare was so familiar to me.

*FLASHBACK*

"Ever I don't really have time right now , there is this party tonight and I need to attend, everyone will be there" , Carter said angry, staring me in the eyes. I gulped and tried to stand up and leave the room.

My feet didn't move one inch and I looked down at my hands in my lap.

"I-Im sorry Carter.. Its j-just .. y-y-you know I .. I think we aren't friends anymore" , I nearly whispered. My eyes burned from the salty water running down my cheeks. I wasn't aware why I was crying but it felt good.

He sighed and stood up:" And here we go again with your crying. You are always crying, you are such a difficult person"

I was a difficult person. Everyone knew it , I wasn't entertaining or funny or smart. I was just difficult. 

He left my room and muttered :" Call me when you are normal. Or delete my number.. both the same, weirdo" He stared me one last time in the eyes and closed my door. It really was the last time.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

His eyes were blue. Like a really pretty light blue that people will always describe as the color of the sky. Since the sky was always gray in New York, I couldn't agree.  My eyes flickered to a black metal piece in his lip.

"Did It hurt ?", I asked. His eyebrows furrowed and he followed my gaze . My eyes were glued to his lips. I closed them and counted all the times we won the soccer world cup. After two seconds I opened my eyes and he shrugged:"A bit"

I was never a fan of piercings. They were disgusting . But he pulled it off pretty good.

Luke POV:

She doesn't know who I am, I chanted to myself. She looked a bit younger than me, maybe fifteen and her  fair skin let her dark eyes look even more darker.

I was like in trance. She wasn't like.. an american beauty. She was more like the goth version of it. She was dressed in black from head to toe and it didn't even look like she tried. Her tired eyes looked at me, her lips were slightly parted and her dark short hair was just hanging flatly from her head. She looked like she didn't sleep for a week ... but in a good way?                                                               I laughed to myself. Since when am I attracted to girls who look like they were crack addicted?

"What's your name?", I asked her. She looked confused at me and said:"Why should I tell you? Do you want my address so you can pour hot coffee down my roof?"  I smiled at her:"Maybe"

She huffed and mumbled:"I'm Ever" It was such a strange name, I mean I could name my future child Irony and when somebody would ask I could just say 'Oh you know it's Irony'... I hated names like that but again... I should not be attracted to her.. Oh god Luke.

"Is that your full name?", I asked. She looked so interesting like she just escaped an art book. She wasn't beautiful but I don't think that art is supposed to look pretty. It should touch you in places where hands couldn't reach.

Wow, deep thoughts with Luke.

 "Evermore. But nobody calls me that", she said as her hands trailed trough her bangs. Her plump pink lips gave me a smile for a split seconds before her lips parted again.  She shivered a bit and I would love to give her my jacket but I spotted a paparazzi on the other side of the street and I don't need more girlfriend rumors.

"I'm Luke and I would like to buy you a new coffee", I smiled at the petite girl.