I opened my laptop and logged on to my Wattpad account. 10.6k reads? Woah! But that freaking means a whole bunch more of comments to reply to.
"Who is this 'J'"?
"When is the next chapter coming out?"
Stuff like that.
I spent about forty five minutes reading and answering the comments. Then, I continued on the chapter I was writing. Chapter 39.
"Don't you freaking lie," I hissed.
"It's true!" Chloe protested.
"You can't get like 3 million reads after writiing fanfic for only a week!"
"Anything can happen," Chloe paused. "On Wattpad."
Urgh. That insufferable girl!
My phone buzzed. I saved my story and switched on my phone. An anonymous number. Meet you at the starbucks near Clifford high school tomorrow at 3pm ~Sam.
Sam... who the f*ck was that? Oh, right. The boy who vandalised my bookmark.
I hardly even know you. I texted back.
F*ck that. Just come. He replied.
I hate going out in the afternoon. And, I'll be all alone out there in that crazy world.
You won't be alone. He pointed out.
Is this some kind of extortion?
No... see you there.
Don't expect me to come :P
No reply. Oh well, back to the fanfic.
School starts in a week, so I have time to adjust to this crappy new town. Where the hell is Starbucks? I thought as I walked towards Clifford High school, which is, also my to-be-school.
Starbucks! Just a few blocks before Clifford High School. I guess that there's gonna be lots of smelling of coffee in school. Sam was nowhere to be seen in the small crowd sitting on the few chairs provided in the shop. I looked at my watch. 10:05pm. I guess I should better get a drink.
I walked up to the counter. "Hi..." I faltered.
"You came!" the boy greeted. Sam, rather, greeted. "Just get a drink. My shift is ending soon"
"Hot chocolate, please," I said.
"Dude! Starbucks is about the coffee! The caffeine!" Sam exclaimed.
"No."
"Yes," he insisted.
"Fine! Green tea latte, ice blended," I told him.
"That doesn't have caffeine."
"Hurry up! I want my coco!" a little boy behind me whined. His mother, clutching his tiny hand sushed him. "Ice blended white mocha decaf with java chips," I said, trying to confuse him. He pushed a few buttons on the cash register. I guess he bought it! "Coming right up," he said and disappeared behind the coffee making machine next to the counter.
The little boy behind me sighed. Oh, shut up! I thought.
1, 2, 3... I counted. Sam stuck his head out from behind the machine. Knew he wouldn't fall for that...
"Decaf?" he half whispered.
"No decaf! No decaf!" that little monster behind me whined. "No more hot chocolate for you!" his mother shouted and dragged him out of the store in a fit.
Sam chuckled, "What a way to f*cking piss customers off." I replied, "I find it weird that you like pissing customers off."
"Less customers equals less work. I still get paid the same amount of money anyway."
"Dude! Hurry up!" A teenaged boy in the queue shouted.
"Okay, ice blended white mocha frappe with java chips. No decaf. Now go," I told him.
Yes, I "censor" my vulgarities. Deal with it.
A fangirl writing fic about a fangirl writing fic about a fangirl writing fic? Confusing.
