Novel & Cerita I Was Sitting In The Corner

I miss the coffee and the pastries. I saw someone already occupying my favorite spot so I just move to the other side. Even the spot I want has been settled by someone else. No one is permanent for me. I sat on the very corner away from the window and near the big vase. I ordered the same and just wait for my order to be serve. I was eating, staring blankly ahead while sipping on my coffee. I was surprised when someone sat on the empty sit in front of me, ordering the same coffee and pastry as me.

As I entered in, all eyes caught me and for some time, the room went dead silent. Have they never seen someone with a bandage on their head and ankles before? I was used to people's attention at school for being a topper hence, was able to quickly tackle the situation and headed towards a chair which was empty, at the left side. The seat beside it was also empty to my luck. I could save it for Mike. I went there and sat. The crowd had continued with their chit chat. However, few were still staring.

Maybe part of me had hoped that he would somehow be here. Come on Soleil, you are not that naive. My eyes slide over the other tables, going to the last one in the corner. It has been cleaned and no one has taken it. The chairs look so lonely in the otherwise filled room. Me and Davina’s corner, our place to hide. I look around for somewhere else to sit. But the only chairs available are in the middle of the elites. Those are no doubt reserved for their friend and I have a feeling I am no longer welcome, if not for any other reason than Julie’s sour stare. That right had been revoked when I sat down next to Sascha.

I didn't know where I was because this place was different from where I had collapsed before. "Where am I?" I questioned inwardly, clutching my head in slight pain. It was obvious I was in another room that wasn't Lucious's "Lucious?" I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. "Lucious!" I made sure to sit up but winced in the process as I tried to jog back to what happened. My eyes gazed around the room, and that was when I saw Claire sitting in the corner of the room. It seemed like she was observing me, but her not speaking made me feel chills in my bones. She placed her hands to support her chin while her eyes were on me.

Jaxon dragged me to the VIP corner, ordering another set of drinks for us. We sat on one of the lavish couches, where again, Jaxon was surrounded by a few staff members. I noticed how the corner was even sound restricting as my ears felt this uncanny numbness as I was exposed to blasting music for a good half an hour at least. I looked around but a sudden warmth over my palm made me turn towards Jaxon.

I scoffed before taking a desperate gulp of water I almost choked on. The restaurant which was normally chilly felt warmer to my skin, maybe I was sitting too close to the kitchen. I was sitting in the corner. He liked to sit down to avoid drawing attention, but not now. Now he was sitting on the spot light, the event or highlight spot where we should be sitting. The waiter knocked on my table rudely, pulling my attention back. It was then I realized I had been biting hard on my newly manicured nails. I hoped it was a joke, a dream, anything but a caricature.

I could feel the horrific pain making me unrest. “What can I do now?” I whispered to myself, I needed a moment to warm up and maybe steal a loaf of bread from the kitchen when no one was looking, this is the only way I can sort myself out. A man was sitting in the far corner; I scanned the room, and my eyes landed on him. His dark hair fell over piercing eyes that seemed to scan every soul in the room. His presence was magnetic, his aura commanding, I couldn't look away. “You've to be careful where you stare,” A gruff voice snapped beside me.

Good. He should have been sitting with it. I arrive first. I choose the corner table rather than the counter .... the counter is where I work, where I am on the serving side of things, and I do not want any architecture in this conversation that places me in a position of providing something rather than claiming something. The corner table. Two chairs. I sit in the one that faces the door.

I almost rolled my eyes as I sat at the corner most spot which was empty. I was in a room full of rowdy old men who were so high, they could gang rape me any moment. My only savior at the moment was the man who had me ogled all this while. What an irony was that! I sat on that spot for minutes that stretched like hours while the men kept flexing about things that I couldn't even fathom to wrap my head around. I was fidgeting with my nails and tapping my legs quite involuntarily because I was nervous and bored, when out of nowhere suddenly, he yelled my name,

Beyond repair. I sat in the corner of my room, knees pulled tightly to my chest, my back against the wall. The air was still, heavy with the weight of expectation. Everyone was busy with the preparations—decorations, laughter, whispers of excitement. But none of it was for me. Not really.