My eyes flicker across the shop to the firey red haired, obviously dyed, boy. He looks interesting.
His red flannel and ripped band tee intrigues me. His bad boy look makes me feel like I need to know him more.
"Regular carmel for C-Cyan..?" the barista mumbles. I snap out of my deep thought on the boy and look up to the brunette girl holding my cup.
"I-i see you at school.. alot.. actually.." she mumbles again, she's obviously very shy. I dont like shy people. "My names Eleanor.. I wanted to know if you wanted to get some lunch after my shift is over..?"
I fix my green and yellow sweater vest and grab my coffee cup from her hand, humming in response. "I know you.. we have English together.. im sorry, I have a paper to write today.. sorry about that.." I bite my lip, hoping she doesnt figure out my little white lie.
"I can write my number on your cup so you can text me when your finished with the paper?" She asks and stares at my hands fixing my vest.
I softly gnaw on my bottom lip, thinking of something to do.
Please don't panic.
Whatever you do, do NOT panic.
Splash!!!
"O-oh!! Oh my god, Cyan!! Is your vest okay?" Eleanor squeaks, watching my coffee go all over my shirt. "You must have had too much of a hard grip on your cup, here! Let me make you a new coffee, on me, okay?"
"More like all on, him." A voice mumbles behind me.
I turn around to a tall figure in front of me. Red hair. Flannel. Ripped shirt.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He raises an eyebrow, his eyebrow piercing shaking a bit.
"Shutup, Michael. No one wants your opinion." Eleanor huffs. "Stop being such a jerk."
"Sorry, Ele-whore, but looks like sweatervest here wants to hang out with me right now." Michael smirks and grabs my hand, walking me out of the coffee shop as Eleanor's jaw drops.
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"hey!! I dont even know who you are, why did you kidnap me?" I pull my arm back from his grip, but wanting him to hold me like that again.
"don't hang out with her, she's a whore. I know from experience." He rolls his eyes. "you sleep with her one night and dont see her for a week."
He brushed his red hair out of his face, showing his bright blue eyes and his unnoticeable freckles.
"O-oh.." I mutter. "Im sorry for that.." I brush my hair out of my face aswell, wanting to do it because he did too.
"Whatever." Is all he says.
We sit there in silence, just staring at each other for about 30 seconds.
"So.. do you have a name?" He grumbles and flips his hair, the red moving out of his face.
"Cyan Finnely Gale." I answer. Might as well know my full name instead of telling him in different time periods.
"Well, Cyan. Do you trust me?"
