He Saved Me

Chapter Seven

I hung up the phone and stared at the wall.

They were all together. All it had taken to bring them together was me leaving.

I could not handle this right now. I needed to get out of the flat. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, walking over to my suitcase. I pulled out a pair of yoga pants and a sweater, slipped it on over my head. I kind of yanked a brush through my new and improved hair and figured that that would have to do.

I slipped on boots, and ran out of that flat faster than if there had been a deathly fire.

I walked out of the building, knowing that I needed to go somewhere but not remembering. A list of things that I needed to do ran across my mind:

Get a better car

Unpack

Find a job

Figure your life out

I should do all of that now. Well, that last one may take some time but the rest of it wouldn't take too do the rest. Especially the car. I really  needed a better car. But my feet were treacherous, deciding that I didn't want to go get a jeep and unpack and shop or find a way to get money. They simply slipped into the crappy Neon and started to drive.

If I hadn't been so absorbed in my thoughts of Derek, Brandon, Lauren, and, most importantly, Cody, I probably would have noticed just how beautiful London is. But I was, so I didn't. I did find myself looking at the cafes though, when I realized just how hungry I was. I spotted one on the corner called Cafe Miracle and decided that stopping for a muffin and some coffee wouldn't really hurt.

I parked the Neon and slipped out. It was raining lightly and the clouds were grey, matching my mood perfectly. When I walked into the Cafe a bell dinged and a man behind the counter said, "Welcome to Cafe Miracle!" in a thick British accent.

I simply nodded in his direction and walked up to order.

A thin blonde woman with bangs and pretty blue eyes smiled at me. I tried hard not to hate her immeditly. I'd never really liked gorgeous people like her. They were too perfect. Too pretty, too skinny, too much in general. But she was smiling, and it looked sincere."What can I get you?" she asked, her accent thick as well.

"A mint mocha and a chocloate chip muffin," I said. Then added, "Please."as an afterthought.

I used to count calories. Something about needing to eat no more than 1300 calories a day if I wanted to lose ten pounds in five weeks. But then, after Cody, I thought, Who the fuck cares? Because I sure as hell didn't.

"Coming right up," she said, but her smile was gone. Probably because I talked. And I didn't have an accent. I'd heard about forgein people not loving Americans, but geez, judgemental much?

I just nodded and walked over to wait for my order.

Something whooshed by the door.

Laughter.

"Karrrrrrllllaaaaaaaaayyy."

"Kaaaaarrrrrlaaaaaaay."

I blinked and gripped the counter.

A flash of blonde hair and brown eyes.

Laughter.

"Dance with me, Karlaaaaaay?"

"Your order, ma'am," the man behind the counter said and I blinked again, shaking and not realizing how hard I was gripping the damn counter.

I accepted the drink and food from the man and handed him a ten dollar bill, muttered something about keeping the change, and went to sit down at a table.