Chapter 5 Blonde Friend

I have a terrible headache. Last night when I got to the cafe, it was so much fun between I and Rose. Her surprises, she got me a recipe book and some flavours for icing doughnuts and cupcakes. It makes me want to jump right to the kitchen, but I have class. I shrugged out of bed careful not to trigger the ache anymore than it already is.

Showered and got dressed in a simple shirt, black jean pants and clean toms. The trip to my kitchen seemed like a long journey but I made it without a moment to waste.

The timer on my coffee machine went off. That's usually the time I go for a morning walk on weekends or days I was in high school. I turned it off and turned on the cooker. I made haste in making scrambled eggs and eating it with the bread I got last night. The bread was truly amazing and I ticked that among the many things I want to learn to make.

Rushing out of my apartment, I quickly stopped a taxi. Thank goodness the school wasn't too far from my apartment because I'm already buzzing late.

It was not my first day at the university but it's my first time here being around so many students. I jogged to the school cafe to grab a quick coffee before heading to class. My knees seemed to jolt every second. I retrieved my coffee and went to my seat pulling out my purple binder. I read out my schedule for today.

"Hey"

I look up to find a blonde guy staring at me with a smile on his face.

I waved my hand meekly at him.

"Can I sit?" He ask and nodded with a smile. He took the seat opposite me and pulled out his own binder. I grinned.

"You keep tabs too?" I asked him and he chuckled while nodding. I admired his black binder and it was looking so neat. Mine was a bit old.

"It's healthy" he shrugged. Finally someone understand my use of it. My mom didn't. She usually called it a diary where I kept my dirty little secrets bug it was just for school.

"I'm David by the way" he stretched out his hands and I took it.

"I'm Stormy"

"Nice name" he grinned. I caught him staring at my ringed finger. Well it was nothing actually. Just this ring, virgins where. It seem overrated though. Mom made me wear it before I started off for New York.

"Your engaged?" He asked and I stare at him wide eyes. I wanted to yell no but how do I tell this guy I wear it because I'm a virgin. It's more like a virgin ring.

"Um..no. do I look old?" I laughed nervously.

"Not at all. My parents got married in college though. So I was thinking...."

"No!" I quickly said. Why was I being jumpy. "Um...no. I'm not engaged" I say a bit more relaxed.

"Cool. I thought your fiance would get mad if you hung out with me"

"You want us to hang out" I chuckled. "We just met"

"You don't become friends with Someone you've known all your life, it's always a new person"David says reasonably. He's right though.

"Sure then. But now I have to get to class" I said getting up. I sipped the remaining of my coffee and trashed the can in a nearby bin.

"What class?" David asked, gathering his binder.

"Literature"

"I get why you've got a binder now " he smiled knowingly. "That's my class too" he grinned and I almost jumped for joy. At least I'll know someone in the class. Someone I just met now. He seems like a good person. He even wears a pullover.

"Wow. This is so cool"

"Yeah. Shall we?" He asked and I nod. We head for our class. Somehow, I knew I've found a friend. Someone who'll always be there for me. A great friend.

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I tried not to let the happiness this day brought to me vanish as I sighted the lip ring, in all black guy. I need to get his name. He just stepped into the cafe as David stepped out for his next extra class. He came in with such aura, some students stared at him. He seemed to be looking around for something...or someone. Immediately his eyes landed on me, I looked away.

I opened my textbook going over every thing I heard in class today but my mind wasn't focused. I was well aware of a pair of blue eyes staring at me. Maybe I should just walk up to him and ask what he wants exactly, or leave the Cafe.

No! I came here first. I watched him move from the side of my eyes. He was coming toward me. I cringed and buried my head deeper into my book.

"Hey Storm" he greeted.

"How do you even know my name?" I snap right back at him.

"Not hard to figure" he grinned and I stare at him with utter sarcasm. "Mine's Scott, so we can be even".

Well, at least he told me his name too. I turned in my stool to stare at him. He had his lip ring between his teeth as he glared at me. Why do I find that distracting? He raised a brow at me and I forgot what I even wanted to say to him. As annoying as he was, he is cute and handsome.

"Scott. You're not an American are you?" His accent is so not normal. He's got a drawl which makes him talk slowly, and his English is a bit pronounced.

"Complicated" he said and reached for a dumped piece of paper on the table. I didn't mean to pry but at least he's not mad or looking like he's about to burst. Just like he did that day at Rose's cafe. I was actually scared he'd do something worse.

"You like my lip ring that much?" He asked and I realised I'd been staring at it. I shrugged, looking away and not giving him the satisfaction of seeing my cheeks go red like a tomato. "You're cute when you blush" The idiot still notices, and I blush even more. What's wrong with me? He's the bad guy. He's annoying and I should stay away from him.

"I wasn't..um...blushing" I snapped and he grinned.

"Don't get me wrong. You're cuter when you're also feisty" he said and I groaned ready to hit his head if he says one more embarrassing thing to me.

"What do you want?" I asked him. He must have a reason for always bothering me and I hope he doesn't mention those knishes again. If not.....I inhaled deeply waiting for his answer. He rubbed behind his neck looking from side to side. was he nervous right now?

"Um..actually I want to apologise"