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So, yesterday went well. Everyone was friendly, like really nice and such. And just not bothering me at all. Unlike back at home... Okay, forget, erase, delete those bad thoughts. You're in a better and more respected place now. And that place is the school cafeteria.
I'm just minding my own business, eating my cheese and ham sandwich, when Blue Ocean sits down next to me.
"Hey Pinky! How are- oeh, nice sandwich," he says, while eyeing my sandwich.
"Want a bite?"
"No, because then there would be none left. Anyway, today is still on, right? My friends and I still get to hang out with you at your work."
"Sure. As long asyou don't get me fired," I laugh.
"We won't. But could you please be a little friendly to my friend Luke?"
What? I don't think I've really been mean to anyone at college these 2 days.
"Yeah, but what have I done? I don't think I've even met the guy."
"You haven't. But ever since yesterday, in Religious History, he's been nervous and sweating like a lobster about to be cooked when he gets just 30 feet close to you. So please, maybe you can talk to him and he won't be so disgustingly sweaty anymore."
I can't help but to giggle. Why would that tall blond boy, yes I remember him, be nervous around me? We haven't even talked yet.
"Sure. Now, before lunch is over, can I finish my sandwich?"
"Of course. Laters, Pinky!"
Then he gets up and walks away. If I would've let him stay a seconds longer, I think he would've eaten my food anyway. But no time for that now, still 3 more classes before I have to leave for work. I pray work will go as well as college does.
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I like it. The uniform ain't bad at all. It's just a black blouse, black trousers and red apron with 'Al Cappuccino's' on it. I'll just put my hair in a ponytail and put on my shoes. No brand, just normal shoes.
I walk into the shop and get behind the counter. There's guy behind the counter as well, doing the same job as I am; give the customers their coffee.
"Hi there. I'm Ashton. I heard today is your first day."
"Yeah, it is. I'm Steffi Rose, by the way."
"Steffi? I like that name. Anyway, I hope you and I will get along, seeing as we'll probably be working together a lot and I like to make new friends."
"Well, if you keep up being this friendly, I'm sure we'll be fine."
We both laugh. Don't know why, but it felt good to laugh. Ashton seems like a funny guy.
When I look at him, I notice that's he's actually kind of buff. Too buff for his height though. Come to think of it, he's actually just as tall I am. Then I look at his hands. Lord have mercy on the poor girl he'll try to finger some day. Oh God, why does that come to my mind. I'm such a pervert.
But then I look at his face. There's a certain glow to it. His cheeksbones are subtle, but they're there. There's a soft stubble on them. Soft, green eyes. And spring like lips. Wait, spring like lips? Where the hell does this poetic bull come from? No time to think, just work.
And just as I give my first customer their coffee, Michael and a bunch of other people walk in. Damn, those are quite the number of friends.
"Hey there, Pinky! Didn't knew you and Ashton were working together," Michael chirps.
"Well, judging by the number of friends you brought along, you seem to know everyone," I say.
"Yeah well, what can I say? People can't go around my powers to make them like me."
"You're weird. If you guys can wait a little longer, I'll sit with you during my lunch break."
"Great idea! Now give us some coffee, woman!" he says with trying to sound almighty. He's suck a dork.
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"So, who are you all? Don't get me wrong, but as much as I like to get to know you all, I'll probably won't remember any of your names. Seeing as I'm terrible with names, but good with faces," I tell them.
"That's okay. My name's Halsey Frangipane. Before you ask, my mom wanted to call me Ashley, but my dad didn't and somehow they settled on Halsey," the girl with the blond and blue hair said. She kind of looks like Michael with the hair.
"Hi! I'm Calum," the tanned, black haired guy says while extending his hand to me. I take it and smile.
"And I am the famous Louis Tomlinson," the dirty blond guy said.
"Shut up, Louis," Halsey says, "Just because all the kids at the college like you as a teacher, doesn't make you famous."
"It does at college," he scuffs.
For the rest of their conversation, I zone out. Somehow, a pair of blue eyes found my green ones. The sky isn't a clear as these eyes. The ocean not as calm, yet devouring. The stars don't shine as bright as these eyes.
"H-hi. I-I'm Luke," the blue eyed wonder softly stammers.
"Steffi Rose. I guess you're the one that came in late yesterday with Michael in Miss Lovato's class?"
"Uh, yeah. Sorry, but I didn't get the chance to talk to you in college. I was, uhm... I was busy."
"That's okay. So was I."
"Oh okay."
Then silence fell. I couldn't stop staring at his face. So subtle, yet so mature. He's growing a nice beard. His nose is very cute. And his lips... They seem so soft. I wonder what it would be like to kiss them. Then I notice a black ring through it. His whole face is just perfect. He's like the sun and I'm the darkness being filled with his rays. When I look back at his eyes, I notice he's been staring at me as well. But I can't make out the look in his eyes. Is it... amazement?
It's only when something dark comes into the shop that I notice that the whole table has been silent all this time. But whatever came into the shop just feels so... cold. Dark. Menacing. Whatever it is, it's giving me back pain and makes my head hurt. So much that I have to close my eyes.
When I open them again, I see that Luke's got a very disturbed look on his face. When I look at the others, I see that they're staring at the door. I look in that same direction, but just as I do, the door closes and that eerie feeling fades away. Like my head ache and back pain. Judging by the returning calm expressions on the others' face's, they felt the same way I did.
"Did you guys feel that?" Ashton suddenly asks.
Apparently he felt it too.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," Louis says.
He gives Ashton a look of 'shut the fuck up, you idiot'. What is going on? But before I can ask, I realise my break is over.
"Guys, as much as I like to talk to all of you, I really need to get back to work."
"That's fine. We need to go anyway. There's something we need to, uhm... It just needs our attention," Michael says, giving the others a serious look. Wow, how the mood has changed.
They all get up and I get back to my place behind the counter, next to Ashton. But when I look at the door, I see Luke standing there, holding the door open. A look of conern flickers through his eyes. Concern for what? And then he walks out of the shop.
What the hell just happend?