Displeased Domination (CraftBattleDuty and BajanCanadian Fanfic)

Chapter 4: The Blond and the Coffee

"Well... uh... since you probably don't know anyone here yet, it's probably safe to say that you won't tell anyone but, um, don't, please?"

Sammy nodded solemnly.

"My parents were abusive!" I let it out quickly. "I have lots of long term bruises,"

She nodded again, clearly trying to hold back the surprise that was nearly pouring out of her expressive brown eyes.

"Then I have something that I have to tell you," Her voice and breath were shaky.

"I guess I was bullied to the point of permanent damage." She raised a vibrating hand to her face and smudged off what seemed to be nonexistent  makeup. It had been so well done that it looked real. What was underneath the makeup was horrifying to no end. Her perfectly shaped face was  bloody and cut up. Thousands of scars streaked across it. I tried,  but couldn't hold back a gasp of horror and my mouth saying

"Oh, you poor thing!"

She sighed.

"I guess I can relate then," she said quietly after a while.

I nodded.

There was a long awkward silence and the tv sounds in the background changed to another show, to which I responded with clicking off the tv.

"Hey," I said. "Do you want to look around town again but this time with me? I could really go for a Starbucks trenta cappuccino," I walked over to the counter to grab my purse. "And there are always cute guys there,"

"Okay, I guess," she stood up to get her things.

I drove her around town, going to shops and outlets for decor for the apartment and clothes. I envied her for being short enough that her head actually fit through doorways. I mean sure, she was still tall for a woman, but I was even more so.

We started to have this thing where she would buy things for the apartment and it was a surprise so I couldn't look. And I would turn my back per her request and giggle until she got playfully annoyed with me. And then I would playfully swat at her. It was as if I had made a new best friend in one day.  But after my last best friend, I couldn't go through that. Not again. It would be Chloe all over again. I couldn't stand that. I just couldn't deal with the pain. But then again, there was no Arnie this time. This time, I was a single woman. This time could be different. But just to be safe, I would discreetly resist.

After our shopping,  we jumped into the car. Sammy asked me how it was for the colorblind to see traffic lights and I told her about the different shades of gray thing. I gave her my phone and text number because it was a crucial detail that I had forgotten. We then headed for Starbucks and stood in line.

"Now's the time to look around and scout out the men because it doesn't look suspicious while waiting in line," she hissed in my ear. I nodded and scanned the shop.
Quite a selection today, I must admit, I thought. Holy fuck!

The place was crawling with cute, hunky, intellectual, and charming men. On laptops, phones, tablets, steaming mugs and warm tone Styrofoam cups of coffee, tea, and other lushious beverages. It would be a hard choice to choose which guy to talk to, let alone hit on.

I couldn't help but notice the three guys in particular who seemed to be eyeing me the most intensely. The first had well groomed chestnut hair wearing a fittingly hot sweater that showed off his muscles. By the looks of it, he was sporting the college student look, although he seemed more like a business man with his briefcase and BlackBerry, his thumbs tapping wildly as he talked into his ear piece. A definite possibility.

The second, a striking blond with slightly untidy, but stylish, shining hair. He wore a comfortable looking t-shirt with baggy jeans, his long, spindly fingers flying over the keyboard of his laptop. There was a signature Styrofoam cup that he sipped from every few seconds, his eyes only averting from the computer screen to look at me. I was probably blushing from all of the attention.