Little Black Stars

Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

I thoughtlessly stirred my peppermint cocoa as Damien chided me on how irresponsible I had been. He said I could have fallen, been hit by a car, and all the other awful things he could think. Sometimes he gets really overprotective. I mean, he’s been my best friend since elementary school, so it’s understandable, in a way, I guess.

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They pulled me back by my hair and laughed menacingly.

“You think anyone would like a frizz ball like you? No one wants an ugly girl as their girlfriend or friend.”

They yanked my hair again, this time pouring a full pencil sharpener onto it. I had been shrieking through my tears before the grip on my hair was suddenly released and I crumbled to the floor. I glanced up and saw why. A boy named Damien was holding my bully, Rachel, by her arm. He must’ve yanked her off after they poured the pencil shavings on my head. After he was done yelling at her, he came and helped me up.

“Are you okay? Do you want to go to the nurse’s office?” He asked with worried eyes.

I nodded as I wiped away the stray tears on my cheeks. As we walked down the long hallway to the nurse's office, I looked up at him.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

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That was first time we actually talked. He had saved me from Rachel and her groupies. They use to bully me everyday until Damien stepped in. We soon became best friends and were inseparable.

“I know, I know. It was a heat of the moment thing,” I told him, “I’m still alive, aren’t I?”

He huffed at me, “Barely.”

I just rolled my eyes at his comment. I pounded my fist on the table with every word I said, “I. Am. Fine.”

He leaned back in the booth and crossed his arms.

"So.." I drew the word out, "You gonna pay?"

He gave a blank look that said "Really?"

I just shrugged. I had already used my money at the store. The waiter came over to collect our money while I stirred my drink. Not paying attention always worked for me. I got out of a lot of things. Ignore how bad and selfish that sounds! Really, I just don't like paying for coffee. It's way overpriced!

"Faye, that waitor was eyeing you up," Damien said bluntly with a smirk on his face.

My head shot up and my face flushed. So much for being overprotective.

"He was not! You are lying to make me feel bad for making you pay!" I said and stuck out my tongue; it wasn't the first time he used that one on me.

He gestured his hand forward, stifling a laugh. "I'm not! Look, his number is on the receipt."

My eyes widened and looked towards the waiter who'd written his number on the receipt. He had brown blonde scruffy hair atop his head and bright green eyes. I couldn't help but stare. I know it's rude and frankly, it's kind of creepy. He turned his head and sent me a lopsided smile, causing me to get extremely embarrassed. I was just staring at him! I internally hit myself for being so foolish while the blush on my face slowly faded.

I'd always had a thing for green eyes. While everyone went on loving blue eyes, I always was the one who loved the emerald or foresty green color. To me, it was mystifying. Don't get me wrong, I love blue eyes, but green eyes captivate me.

"I think someone is getting a crushy-wushy," Damien sang.

I sent him a glare, "Shut up! I don't even know the guy!"