My Coffee Girl

Chapter 3: Hey

Dad pulled his brakes and stopped the car, allowing me to exit after I had unbuckled my seat belt. He was munching on his cream cheese bagel happily, "Enjoy your day, kiddo." I debated against telling him a white stain had ruined his favorite light blue work shirt. 

I frowned at him, totally prepared to lecture on his bad habit before he poked his head out of the opened car window. "Oh, and I love you!" Before I could mutter a word, he had already sped off with a cheesy grin on his face. Seriously?

"He really knows how to avoid being talked off," I muttered to myself, my gaze still fixated on Dad's car as he drove away. Heck, I didn't even get to say goodbye. I shook my head at his childish behavior. 

A pair of hands landed on my shoulders with a sudden force. "I SMELLED BAGELS!!!" I resisted yelping in fright because I already knew who was it. I craned my neck and found Clarie eyeing the greasy brown paper bags in my hand greedily. I flinched slightly from her touch and began prying her fingers off my shoulders. "Okay, here's the deal. Take your hands off me and I'll give you both breakfast," I sighed. I really hated people touching me without permission.

Her hands left my shoulders immediately and waited for me to hand over her breakfast obediently. I rolled my eyes at her abrupt change of behavior. Girls. Or should I say, constantly-hungry-girls.

We hadn't known each other very well before Daniel started dating her. Somehow my best friend's girlfriend became my best friend too. She had glossy black hair that swept past her shoulders and a pair of creepily big obsidian black eyes that always peer over her round glasses. Unlike most typical girls in our school, Clarie was happy enough to throw on a big T-shirt and some jeans and called it a day. I remembered being fascinated at the fact she didn't wear any makeup at all. She had fluttered her fingers around her, fanning her face while drawling, "Why, my cute face is fabulous enough."

And that was true. I admitted that I was jealous of her acne-free face. Actually, everyone did.

She snatched the bags almost immediately once I handed them over. "Oh god, I can't wait to eat this. Come on! Daniel is waiting for us." She began running off while dragging the sleeve of my jacket aggressively towards our class. 

I wonder how would they react if I told them I brought coffee too. I couldn't handle two hyper monkeys early in the morning. I rubbed my face tiredly as I sat behind of Clarie, with Daniel sitting beside her. 

We started digging into our breakfast, packing as much fuel as possible for the long school day. I swear that no matter how much food Mum had packed for the three of us, the couple could always inhale everything. I resorted to calmly sipping on my english breakfast tea while they squealed at the sight of plain coffee and proceeded to down it in one long gulp. 

"I like your mum. So, so much," Clarie extended her arms to demonstrate her affection. 

I scoffed at her. "You said that to practically anyone who gives you food," I pointed out. 

She crossed her arms over her chest, annoyed at my jab. All of us knew that was a fact. "At least she's nice. You're not," she huffed like a sulky kid.