We Are Infinite

t h i r t y - f i v e

k a d e  /  t h i r t y - f i v e

Cameron Black leaves the café ten minutes later, after shooting a glance Mia's way and trying to pay for his coffee. I tell him that I've got it; and after a brief argument that I win, he greets us goodbye and walks out into the rainy night.

Mia drains her hot chocolate finished, and we call over the waitress to pay. It's a quarter past eleven already, and I ask Mia if she needs to go home. She tells me that she'd already let her Dad know that she'll be home a little later, and then she heads to the bathroom. She hands me her phone; a small iPhone with a dark blue cover, asking if I minded keeping it for her. I tell her I don't; watch her retreating back as she weaves through the tables to the bathroom. She's so pretty; not just her hair or her captivating eyes or her smile. The way she thinks; the way her mind works.

But she's not mine.

Cameron Black is the best friend of Kade Lawson. That much is clear. It was obvious that he didn't know that Mia and I knew each other, either. I tell myself to remember to ask Mia what ensued in their conversation while I went to order a coffee for Cameron.

I'm shaken out of my reverie when Mia's phone lights up, and before I realize that I shouldn't look at the screen, I do. It's a message from her best friend, Caitlyn, the girl who she was sitting beside at the soccer match. I let out a sigh of relief, that it wasn't something that I shouldn't have seen, from someone she wouldn't have wanted me to see, but then my eyes pass over the words.

Something about Mia having to quit the cheerleading squad, that she shouldn't stay just because Kade Lawson and his (girl) friends want her to be on the squad.

And this makes me mad. Mia joined the cheer squad because of Lawson? I know her and she's not the cheer type. That's one of the reasons I fell for her, damn. I take a deep breath, laying Mia's phone back onto the table, just as she walks back from the bathrooms.

She doesn't sit; instead stands at the edge of the table, "Hey, I think I'm going to head home now. You?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. Right. Me too." I say, getting up, laying a few notes on the table, for both Mia, my and Cameron Black's coffees and muffins. I hand Mia her phone back, which she slides into the back pocket of her jeans, and we walk out of the café together.

The Mustang is parked on the other side of the parking lot, while Mia's is parked just outside the entrance/exit of the café. I walk her to her car, wait as she slides into the drivers seat. I don't want to go just yet, and when Mia says that it's cold out, if I want to warm up in her car for a while, I take the offer.

It's like we're transported back to that night on the roof of the abandoned library. I'm sitting in the passenger seat of Mia's car, watching as she pushes her hands into the pockets of my jacket, watching as outside, it begins raining.

Mia looks up, and our eyes lock. Eye contact with her is honestly something else. It feels like she can see right through me. However, I break the eye contact, looking down.

"I don't mean to fight forever, you know," I say, all of a sudden, breaking the silence in the car. "Street fighting. Its just . . . Just." The words don't come, and I'm trying to put all my thoughts into words, but they just don't come. Mia is watching me, her eyes bright, comforting.

"It's like. Like a distraction? It takes everything away. I needed something else to focus on. I . . ." I'm thinking of how to get the words right, thinking that I should be more poetic, but the way Mia's looking at me, it makes me feel like this is enough.

As if I am enough.

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