Another little story I had in my head... may continue it. Let me know what you think.
"What about you, what accomplishments have you had in life?" Mr. Tolard asked Taryn.
"In high school I kicked the winning goal for the last soccer game of the season." By 'winning the goal for the last soccer game of the season' She actually meant 'She drunkenly fucked her ex-boyfriend the day before his wedding.' So she lied. Taryn didn't have any real accomplishments. She was never on any teams or in any clubs. She definitely didn't participate in REAL after school activities. Taryn really had nothing to be proud about.
"That's great. And how did it make you feel?" Like shit.
"Like I was on top of the world." This was English class not therapy. Why the hell are we talking about this?
"Ok class I want you to write a paper about you're biggest accomplishment. Due next week." God she hated school. It wasn't always like this she didn't used to hate it. Hell, she loved high school. But not college, well community college at least. Taryn couldn't quite afford to go to a big university. Fucking community college. Yeah, she felt like she was better than this, smarter than this. She slipped out of her seat slowly ready to finally head home.
"I was on the soccer team too in high school!" An eager blonde girl tapped her on the shoulder.
"Cool." Code for: I don't want to talk to you.
"What position did you play? I was goalie." Shit she wants to be friends. Her smile was a bit too big.
"Me too!" Taryn was so going to hell for her lies.
"Oh my god this one time I was blocking a ball..." Taryn had to cut her off. This was not storytime and quite frankly she didn't give a damn about this girls' life.
"I actually have to go. I'm running late for this thing." She turned on her heels and headed for the door. She could hear the blonde shout goodbye from the classroom and gave a wave without looking back. She did the very least in acknowledging the girl.
This school thing wasn't working out. She was miserable and feeling like she wasn't going anywhere because community college felt like high school. Minus all the fun. She had matured quite a bit and all the people she had been hanging out with seemed so immature. She wanted to be a responsible adult. Driving down the street she stopped off at a local diner just to sit and rethink her life. Taryn slid into a booth and laid her head on the table. She felt like she was going through a midlife crisis, except Taryn was only 19. Quarter-life crisis? "It's too soon for me to be worrying about these things." She muttered out loud.
"Can I get you something?" The mans voice caught her off guard. For a minute she actually forgot she was at the diner.
"Milkshake... strawberry." She ordered not even bothering to lift her head from the table. She listened to his footsteps getting further and further away. Finally looking up she ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out her cell phone. 3 missed calls... all from Darren. "I hope you don't think I'm calling you back" When they had met two years ago he was the perfect guy for her. Today he is that same exact man but Taryn was a completely different woman. They just don't fit anymore. She had told him yesterday that it was over and they could still be friends. She wasn't lying about the friends part either, Darren was her best friend and she never wanted to lose that between them. He's been calling her all day trying to convince her that she didn't mean it, that they should still be together. Taryn said she was pretty sure she knew what was best for her but based on his 3 calls it looks as though he disagrees.
"Strawberry milkshake" He gently sat the glass down in front of her. "Can I get you anything else?" She stared at the shake.
"Fries? Can I get some of those?" She hadn't had French fries and a milkshake in forever.
"Yea no problem." Taryn sipped on her shake savoring the creaminess. She wished she could make milkshakes at home. Good ones, not the bootleg kind that ended up being more like floats. Her mind wondered how much a machine would cost. Lately randomness has taken over her thoughts. She figured it for a mild case of ADD or something.
"Fries." Shit that was quick. As soon as he set the fries down he sat across from her in the booth. He was cute. Short dark hair, dark blue eyes, and dimples, cute, sexy dimples. He just sat there staring at her. His nametag said Cydney.
"Uh, I usually leave the tip after I'm done eating." What is he doing?
"What's your name?" He asked casually. His voice was deep and kind of raspy. Sort of like how a person would sound just waking up in the morning.
"Can I help you with something?" She really wasn't in the mood to talk to strangers. A small smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.