Jes.
I woke up at 9:30 am on a Tuesday morning. My window was covered by black curtains so it's impossible for any type of sunlight to reach me.
Today didn't feel as bad as yesterday but it's only getting started. I kept thinking about the small female I bumped into. Her vibe is very much different but I couldn't do that to Denise. She would hate that I moved on from her so quick and I couldn't do that to her again rather she was here or not.
I rose up from my white silk bedsheets in a black sports bra and Tommy briefs. Getting ready by showering and brushing my teeth I soon headed to the kitchen for breakfast.
Today's agenda was to go to Leyla's old house. I know there was going to be answers there but knowing Leyla she wasn't going to be present. But first...
Starbucks.
The drive was long but it was relaxing in a sort of way. Driving takes my mind to a different place that I almost passed this bitch up.
Walking through the door by using the green handle to get in I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Sigh , nothing new.
I walked up to the line entering myself into it slowly I noticed a familiar head. The waves and color brought back the exact face.
Tari.
Deciding to start a conversation I cleared my throat as if it wasn't intentional to get her attention. She than turned around then flashed a smile lifting an eyebrow.
"Hello, Jesalena? Is it that? I don't remember." She finished laughing a little.
A small smile appeared on my face.
Woah there buddy your being too nice.
"Yeah, hello Tari? Is that it? I don't remember." I mocked then chuckled.
"Ha ha very much funny." She tilted her head then turned around so she could order.
"Can I have a venti frappe with extra chocolate drizzle and extra whipped cream please?" I heard her order.
Pfft, basic.
She payed as she left the line looking me up and down.
"I'll see you later... Jes?" She said.
The Jes returned forgotten memories. I nodded slowly then stepped up to put my order in.
I watched the girl sit down in the same table and same spot as she did so a few days before. She had a cool feeling to her. When I get this feeling something bad always happens. Falling in love brings me bad luck which is why I don't do that shit. It's gay as fuck anyway.
Today I decided to sit outside at one of the tables that sat at the facility. The sun was warm but the wind was cold. I had a black coffee with a cheese danish.
About 10 minutes later the door opened.
Tari.
She got her keys out her pocket then stopped on her tracks seeing me.
Tari.
I finished my drink walking out of the Starbucks. Every other day I come here to sit and clear my mind which really helps me out with all I'm going through.
When I walked out I noticed this girl I keep seeing. I'm the type of person to notice when someone is struggling physically and mentally. Her soul and spirit is telling me things I'm not liking and it's not about her .. but her situation.
I turned around stuffing my hands in my pockets then decided to sit at the table.
"Tell me about you." I shifted in the seat as she looked up from her phone confused.
"My mind is telling me that your going through a lot." I said as she stayed silent.
" I don't know what your going through love and I don't really know you.. but let me explore you." I tilted my head as she chuckled.
Waiting for an answer it stayed silent.
"You don't want to explore me. There's nothing to explore. You know my name is that not good enough for you?" She sounded kind of irritated.
Knowing this was going to be her reaction I slipped out a motivational quote I read this morning.
"Don't knock it until you try it." I said grabbing her hand as I pulled a sharpie out of my pocket.
I wrote my number on her hand then kissed it.
Getting up from the table I walked to my car feeling a bit successful. She'll call.
Jes.
I was shocked. I sat there very much impressed on what just happened. Chuckling then turned to a laugh. A very blushful laugh.
She might have just did something here. Maybe she is a little different but I still couldn't do that to Denise.
As I was thinking a black van rolled passed slowly. As if it was watching me. Who is that. I reached for my gun that sat in the middle of where my jogging pants started. The van quickly left. I shook my head as shit was starting to get weird.
Time for my next mission.
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Desolation. [studxstud]
Fiksi RemajaBook 2 of Melancholy. If your against stud for stud or anything of that sort please don't read. Thank you. Desolation: synonym for sadness. I want revenge.. and I won't stop looking for it until I have it.