Beautiful Delusions

ch2: What I'll never have.

"Dangerous love? Meh?" I whispered to myself as my fingers glide across the spines of the books.

"Failure.."

"The billionaires lover? Thats kind of cliche and worn out don't ya think?" I said placing the book back in it's slot. Maybe this wasn't the write section for me, the teen fiction sections were always just occupied with stories written by sex deprived house wives. I wonder off aimlessly through the bookstore not really knowing what I wanted to read.

When I read it's like a brief moment of happiness filled with pure silence, there's no voices,no noice and no troubles. I would forget about this depressing world filled with it's narcissistic inhabitants. Lately it feels as if the voices won't shut up always hammer in the back of my head occasionally deafening me.

The bookstore was quite only having two or three people sitting by the caffeine bar, reading their books. I stop in front of a shelf filled with romance books, randomly choosing one and flipping to the back off the book.
Most people judge a book by it's cover ,making the grave mistake of letting glitters distract them. I on the other hand judge a book by it's ending because no amount of glitter can be gold.

"Zoey was truly happy for the first time in her life, for she had found true love and was no longer caught in the web of lies called fake love. She had found love within herself-" I read softly. I turn to the cover inspecting the title of the book 'Her Tear was the Answer' stood in white in front of a black background lined with a single row of messily drawn flowers. I smile to myself walking towards the till.
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I sat at caffeine bar diving into my newly purchased book only to be snapped back into reality when someone stumbles against me. My hands automatically drop my book optting to rap around the person keeping them from falling down. She released a breath of relief stabalizing herself. I look up at her, her face looked very familiar... M.L?
It was her, although she had changed her style from warm brown colours and long brown hair to more of a black and white edge look with her brown hair in a braid.

"I'm so sorry, I'm such a clumsy person. Oh no you dropped your book let me-" she said rambling on picking up my book.

It amused me to watch her as she just continued apologizing and cursing out her boots. Trying to stuff the laugh I had down my throat, I give her a smile.

"It's fine, it would be rude not to except your apology for something so small as long as you forgive me for staring you down the other day." I said taking my book from her. It takes her awhile to understand what I meant. Her eyes go wide and a blush stained her cheeks when she understood what I meant.

"I'm Ethan, Ethan Coolner nice to meet you." I said extending my hand to her.

"Maya, Maya Langston. Nice to meet you." She said grabbing my hand. Her small, soft hand covered by mine. We shook hands for an awkward amount of time before pulling our hands away from each other. Her touch left a soft warm feeling on my skin, I looked at my hand chuckling awkwardly.

"Coffee?" I offered.

"Yes thank you." Maya said sitting in the seat next to mine.

"Espresso and a cappuccino please." I said to the barista. She walks away preparing our orders.

"Stalker much?" Maya said laughing softly.

"No, not at all. I just know want you eat every day for breakfast and your schedule for the week." I said giving her a creepy smile. We let out a load laugh earing hisses and dirty looks from everyone.

"Sorry." She whispered at everyone looking at me with a grin on her face.
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"Okay, your telling me that you hate 50 shades of grey?!" She whisper yelled at me.

It take a sip from my coffee giving her the most innocent look I can muster."Yep." I said popping the 'p'.

"You sir are crazy." She said shooting me daggers.

I place my hand on my chest acting hurt. "You lady are the fool here. I have never read such a boring plot line ever and if it weren't for the fact that his rich it would be called 50 shades of syco." I said wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.

She retorts hitting me with my own book. How dare she hit me with my own book?! "I will end you." She said pointing at me with the book. I chuckle raise my hands in surrender.

"Shit look at the time I need to get going!" She said hastily packing up her books and pencils before dashing off

"Wait!" I said grabbing her wrist pulling her back. She stumbles against me, so close I can smell the vanilla perfume she wears. Confused she looks up at me with her big doe eyes.

"Yes?" She said.

I let go of her wrist before stepping back from her. I let out a awkward chuckle, scratching the back of my neck. " Can I get your number?" I asked looking up at her.

She smiles at me before pointing at the paper she left on the counter before walking out. I walk over, taking the piece of paper in my hands inspecting it. There was a drawing of a girl tied up with rope ,while a very lanky looking man on the other side was choosing out a dilo from a shelf that said 'What I'll never have'. At the bottom was written in bold '50 Shades of Syco -by Ethan Coolner'. I chuckle at the title remembering our discussion from earlier. The sides of my mouth turn up into a smile as her number was written neatly on the corner of the page.

"Worthless ingrate." The voices whispered but I pay them no mind too happy by today's events.

It was nice meeting you Maya Langston...
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