Hero.

Chapter 2

I'm walking, my jeans brushing up against my legs, where my cuts are. Which is very painful. I'm the only one in jeans and a black hoodie. In an Australian weather. I'm only heading to the café to "meet" up with my "friends". I just needed some time away from hell. As I kept on walking, it started to rain so I fast walk inside.

The place is very quiet. Just how I like it. The scent of coffee in the air as I went in the line. I feel people looking at me and judging me.
I start making sweater paws with my sleeves. I waited for about two minutes before I got to order.

I ordered a caramel frappé with a cake pop and chocolate chip muffin.
I paid the barista before taking the seat on the couch. My hand starts to shake on its own. I usually have that happen.

I look at the covers on the magazines that's laying on the table.
There's a picture of a four guys that's in a band. I think I have heard of them.

I think they are familiar. I went to pick up the magazine and start looking through it. But they are pretty cute. I look as they were having an interview with each of the members.

Then I heard the barista call my name. I put the magazine down on the table and went to get my drink.

I thanked him and went to take a sip of my frappé.
A small smile appears on my face as it fades away.

I went back to sit on the couch and take a bite of the cake pop. I never really get a chance to have delicious food like this.

And I'm glad my father lets me "see" my "friend".

I finish with my cake pop before eating my muffin.

I kind of hogged it down. I'm hoping no one saw me.

Then took a drink of my frappé. My hands slightly shake.

Then I felt someone looking at me. I went to see no one.
I usually have that happen to me.

Then I heard some people gasp as I went to look at the small crowd.
What is going on?

Just a group of guys.
Eh, not like I can get their attentions.

I'm just a useless, invisible person.

I take a few more drinks before throwing the cup in the trash.

As I threw the cup into the trash I bumped into a person.
Which hurt my legs.

I cover my mouth, trying not to yelp in pain.

"I'm so sorry, are you alright?"ask a voice.

I look and see a guy standing there. His brown eyes so beautiful. Very soft-like and happy.

"Yeah, I'm fine."my voice muffles from behind my hand.

"What's wrong?"he questions.

I move away from his hand.

"N-Nothing is wrong. I'm fine."

"I-I better get going."I tell him.

"Don't you want anything?"

"I don't have anything for you to sign. But I have to get going."

Then start walking out.

Time to get back to hell.