Missing Puzzle Pieces

two.

It was a Saturday. I love Saturdays, because there is no school, and there is nowhere it's essential for me to be.

Jumping out of bed, I washed my face and brushed my teeth, slipped on a white long-sleeved v-neck with some black jeans, [I showered last night.] threw my hair into some-what of a bun, grabbed my phone and £25 worth of money, before getting a granola bar out of the cupboard in the kitchen and checking my phone.

I don't usually get texts, though I am social and go to a lot of parties. The only people I have in my contacts are Elle, Clara, and Stacey; my friends. And my Mom and Dad, of course.

I threw the granola bar wrapper in a bin, before hugging my parents goodbye and jogging out the front door.

Usually, I go to the café a few streets away and eat a proper breakfast there. I hate eating at home; my little brother, Leo, is really annoying [I still love him though]. Just last week, he dumped his bowl of cornflakes on my head because I hid his video games.

I got my mint green bike out of the garage and pedalled to the café.

I arrived there with a few drops of sweat on my forehead; I wiped them off.

Placing my bike against the bicycle rack, I turned to face the café. Above, the words Kafé were spread in brown, cursive writing. I entered and saw six circular tables scattered around the brown hardwood floor; each with three white chairs.

I sat at my regular table; in the corner. I liked that table, and I don't really have a reason why. I like squeezing into the corner, reading books on my phone.

A waitress, I saw her name tag read Bethany, came up to me with a perky attitude. "Hey! Welcome to Kafé. What can I get you?" she said, smiling.

I returned the smile. "A cappuccino, please. Thanks."

Bethany nodded before saying, "Okay. Coming right up!" She walked away.

The only other person in the café was a guy, but I couldn't see what he looked like, as his back was facing me. He had a guitar with him, and I only know one person with a guitar.

Dean Ackerley. The guy who sits at the back of all classes. He has no friends. He sits there, notebook in hand, doing something. No one knows. He doesn't talk, either; not to anyone. He's.. a mystery.

Dean seemed to either be drawing or writing something. And, being the curious person that I was, I stood up from my seat and went to look over Dean's shoulder.

My plan wasn't as fool-proof as I thought. On the way there, Bethany was bringing over my cappuccino. I must have been walking pretty fast, too, because I slammed into Bethany and she spilt all of my cappuccino down the front of my shirt.

Dean turned around to face me and cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" Bethany said, before winking and walking away. I think she knew I was trying to creep up on Dean. Bethany went to get a mop [I presumed] and Dean was still staring at me. When I caught his light brown eyes, he chuckled before saying,
"Curious, are we?"

"What?" I rudely replied, picking at my shirt that was sticking to my stomach.

"I saw you creeping up on me." said Dean.

"One; I didn't creep up on you," I lied. "And two; do you have eyes at the back of your head?"

He scoffed. "You were sitting on the other side of the café. There was no reason for you to be here," I rolled my eyes. "And no. I can see out of the corner of my eyes."

I snorted.

I saw Dean's eyes trail to where my cappuccino was spilt, but he caught me watching, so he quickly turned away.

Sighing, I paid my money for the cappuccino, but the workers insisted that I not pay.

Ditching the rest of my plans, I rode my bike back home vigorously, ignoring the confused looks I retrieved from pedestrians.

My mother was going to greet me with a hug as I entered the house, but she shrivelled away when she saw my state. "I'll explain later." I said, before charging up the stairs and into my room. I received a laugh from Leo as he caught a glimpse of me, soaked in coffee.

I had a shower and then texted Elle, Clara and Stacey in a group message that I wouldn't be able to make it over. Saturday was movie night, and we were watching Elf this week [despite it being April] so I was disappointed. Besides, they usually schedule starting watching the movies at noon, and it was 11:53am. I wouldn't be able to make it, as my hair was wet too.

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Saturday 25th April
Having a hot cappuccino poured over yourself is not a good feeling. Oh, and light brown eyes are nice to look at.
- Tay

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I woke up to the ringing of my phone. At seven in the morning. On a Sunday.

"Huh? Yeah, hello." I groggily answered.

"TAYLOR!" Clara screamed into my ear, so much that I jumped and landed on the floor of my room with a thud.

I heard laughs coming from the other side of the line. "Did you just fall off of the bed?" Elle was now speaking, in between laughs.

"Fuck you." I said, joining in and laughing. "So, what's up?" I said, suddenly feeling wide awake.

"Tay, you didn't answer any of our texts yesterday! Why didn't you come?" asked Clara.

"'Cause I got some coffee spilt on me yesterday, and then I had to spend some 'quality time' with my brother and help him with his homework. Lame excuses, I know. But I was forced to." I told them everything, but leaving out the details about my conversation with Dean.

"Is that all?" asked Elle. I guess I wasn't a good liar as they could tell I was lying from the tone of my voice.

"Yes. That's all." I reassured them. "Where's Stacey?" I changed the subject of the conversation successfully.

"She didn't stay over last night. She said something about visiting someone today, I think." replied Clara.

"Okay." I said. "I'm going to shower now. Talk to you later?" We exchanged our goodbyes and I hung up, walking to the shower across the hall.

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Sunday 26th April
My birthday is coming closer. And I'm no closer to finding my soulmate! This'll be harder than I thought.
- Tay

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a/n

hiiiii guys. here is another crappy chapter :))
I can't write long chapters, for some weird reason, so sorry about that! xp

What do you guys think about Dean? And Clara? And Elle? Stacey hasn't said anything yet, so yeah.

I suck at writing long chapters. I tried to make it longer by adding Saturday & Sunday in the same chapter, but nothing really happened on Sunday.

I also rewrote this chapter twice. xd

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

- Juliet