Chapter 2

AVA

      You know one thing about falling in love, is it makes you do a lot of things you really don't wanna do. It's crazy and for some awkward reasons I've never been in love. I don't even care much about men because I guess I was pretty busy thinking of pockets to pick from.

   I look out the glass walls of the cafe as I watch this couple walks by. They look happy or they're pretending to be happy.

  I hum to the song blaring from my earphone as I eat my dozens of donuts. An average girl shouldn't be eating this but I was never an average. In fact whatever thing I am today wasn't really me few years back. I've always wanted to go to college. I've always wanted to be the perfect daughter. Graduate highschool, go to Cambridge, graduate with good grades and probably get my dream job. But sooner I realized I don't need any of that. 

   My parents were awesome. We weren't rich same time we weren't poor. I was the good girl, trust me I still am. I had good grades through highschool and I was never lagging behind. But then I lost my dad in a fatal accident. Luckily he survived it but died three days after in the hospital. My grades started slipping and things weren't fun anymore. 

    Six months later after my highschool graduation, mom died of cancer. I couldn't take it. It broke me. Every single day, I always try not to think about it. I tell myself I don't have to cry about it. People die everyday and it shouldn't be a surprise thing for me.

   Now here I am, living a life nobody's proud of but I like it. So fuck the world. I chew my donut and grab my bag as I open it. I smiled at the ornament as it glows beautifully.

" Damn, this is the best thing I've ever taken." I mutter as I pull back the zipper of my bag.

   I look around the Cafe and slurp my coffee. My eyes falls on a blonde haired girl who's been sobbing silently in front of me. She's been sitting there for the past two hours and I'm pretty sure she's waiting for someone. And I bet that someone is her boyfriend, and like every asshole boyfriends, he stood her up. I watch her bite her lip and sob. She wipes her makeup gently with her hand and look up at once. Her eyes meet mine. She's ashamed.

" What? There's nothing entertaining to see here." She says with her British accent as she huffs.

   Yeah, cunt. 

   I ignore her and continue my meal. A guy walks in, it looks like he's in a hurry. He sits on the opposite booth in front of this sobbing lady as he kissed her. That should be the jerk boyfriend who stood her up to sleep with his other girlfriend.

" Why would you do this to me?" She whimpers loudly as the boyfriend tries to calm her down.

" I'm sorry. Traffic." The boyfriend says.

   Lies . It's always been traffic.

    I chuckle and snort rather too loudly. The couple turns to look at me. I shrug and drink my coffee. 

" Come on baby, let's get out here." The boyfriend grabs her arm and walks her out.

   She shoots me an angry glare as she leaves with her jerk boyfriend. I scan the Cafe and it's almost empty. A man sits at the end and he's reading a newspaper. Since I got here he's been there staring at that newspaper. At first I thought he died while sitting not until he flips the pages of the newspaper. 

    The bell at the top of the door rings as two men walks in. Without looking at anyone they sit down two booths away from me. I watch them carefully as they talk in slow words. Jen, the waitress I'm really familiar with walks to the men's booth to address them. One of them has a bad boy haircut and he's opposite me. His black hair is nearly curly. His friend slash companion is opposite him with his back toward my direction. He's blonde. 

" What can I get you sir?" Jen asks the dark haired guy. 

" Water is fine." The dark haired guy answer.

" Why don't you get me your number." The blonde haired guy says. He's trying to flirt. Jen scrunches her face in disgust.

" Shut the fuck up Coen. Get him water." The dark haired answers for his friend. 

   Jen nods and leaves.

" What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you always horny?" The dark haired asks.

" I'm just fucking with her, relax." Blonde haired whispers as the other guy huffs.

    He pulls out his phone and goes through it. Suddenly, his head jolts upwards as our eyes meet. Damn, he's got blue eyes and it's the prettiest pair I've ever seen. I gulp and look away at once. I look through my bag looking for nothing as I see the blonde haired guy turns around to look at me.  One thing I've learnt so far in New York is never stare into the eyes of strangers. 

   I quickly fling my bag around my shoulder, grab my cup of coffee and stand up to leave. I go to the counter to pay Jen.

" You're leaving already?" Jen asks.

" Yeah." I smile politely at her. I can feel this two strangers eyes burns into my skin as I pay Jen. 

    I smile at Jen and walk past this stranger's booth, a hand grab onto my arm at once. I look down at the hand and it's the perverted blonde haired guy with his shit eating grin.

" Let go." I grit my teeth. The dark haired guy just watches me like I'm the new black widow. 

" Did you lost something?" The blonde haired asks.

" No." I say as I wriggle my wrist out of his strong hold. I notice he has a broken nose from a fight I guess.

" Are you sure?" He asks as he glares at me. I notice he's trying to say something. It's not like I was eavesdropping on their conversation.

" Let go, Coen." The other guy says.

   This Coen guy doesn't say a word. He looks at me carefully as he releases my hand. I take one last look at the other guy and hurriedly walk out. I breathe in the air and quickly duck into a corner alley.

   I look at my hand and smile at Coen's wrist watch in my hand. 

" Scumbag."