This is the first story I've written. I really don't believe writing is my forte, however some of my friends like it so I decided to try and post something to see other people's reactions. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please don't just say "this sucks." I like to use conversations to build up characters, so there will be a good bit of talking. If you are looking for just sex, this is not for you. There will probably not be any sex at all in this part of the story. Enjoy! :)
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"You just don't understand," her boyfriend screamed for the fifth time. "I didn't want to go, but you know the guys. They just don't take no for an answer."
"I don't care that you went Jason. I really don't. I care that while there you managed to stick your hand into three different thongs for crying out loud. Have some sort of decency," she retorted. As she said this her blonde hair flipped over her right shoulder on top of her pink blouse. She had been running her hands through her hair in frustration and finally gave up putting them in her shorts pockets. It was cute actually. I had been listening to them argue for last ten minutes and I had learned that she is a visual person. Her hands were flying everywhere as she yelled at him until she resorted to running them through her hair, and then put them in her pockets.
"Jennifer, I'm sorry it happened. It won't ever happen again. It's just college stuff. Everyone does stupid things during college. So please, forgive me so we can move on," he said aggravated.
Big mistake buddy.
"Excuse me miss," she called. I looked up, stopping in mid-sip of my morning coffee, to see that she was looking directly at me. Shit, I thought, I don't want to be a part of this. I just want to admire her from afar and think my inappropriate thoughts and move on. I tried flipping my brown hair down over my eyes to act like I wasn't paying as close attention as I was.
"Miss," she called again, "I need your opinion on something."
"Okay, on what," I asked lamely, looking directly into her warm, blue eyes.
"If you call your girlfriend and tell her you'll see her in about two hours and neglect to show up, shouldn't she be a little angry? Add on to that, that the reason you didn't show up was because you were at a strip club with some friends. I think she should be entitled to be angry, don't you?" She looked at me expectedly and I shuffled in my seat. I get nervous when people stare at me, so I proceeded to play with ruffles at the bottom of my blue sundress under the table.
"Well, yeah." Way to go, genius. Well, yeah. That's all you have to say. I started mentally kicking myself so I almost missed what she said.
"Thank you! So this, Jason, is why we are over," she stated, looking at him again. "You did everything but put your dick inside them, so now I'll let you be free to go do that."
"You know what, whatever. I'm glad we're through. I dated you for two years for you to only put out four times. Fuck that." He stormed away like the child he was. I couldn't help but smirk.
She stood near me still, confident in how things had turned out. Or so I thought. All of the sudden the fierce look she had in her eyes faded and her eyes welled up with tears. She sat down at the table next to mine and proceeded to cry. At first, I was at a loss of what to do. I just met her. Should I go comfort her? Should I just walk away and leave her alone? The coward in me won over my nice side, so I packed my things and started to walk away.
"Thanks for helping me," she mumbled through the tears.
I guess I'm staying then.
I took a seat next to her and handed her some napkins from the dispenser in the middle of the table. "He's a jerk. Just ignore what he says. He doesn't deserve you."
"Oh yeah? How do you know? You just met me."
"Well, in my opinion, cheaters don't really deserve anyone. Just a page out of my common sense book." Oh God. Did I just tell her she had no common sense? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm so stupid.
"I'm Jennifer," she said, extending her hand.
"Alexandria, but everyone calls me Alex," I responded, returning her handshake.
"So," she asked, "how much of that fight did hear? You can be honest. I know we were kind of loud."
"Honestly? I heard all of it. But, it's no big deal. You had a right to be loud, and angry."
She sighed and put her head down. "I'm not like that. I hate when people show themselves in public. It annoys the mush out of me! He followed me all the way from my apartment, fifteen minutes away from here, trying to understand why I was mad at him! When I told him he thought he did nothing wrong! Can you believe that" she asked, incredulously.
"Well, you're through with him now so don't worry about it. Would you like a coffee or something?"
"Yeah, I came here for a coffee before class; I'll get it though," she said standing.
"No, my treat, please. This is the start of your day turning around to be great. Free coffee. So what do you want?"
"Surprise me, I haven't really thought about it." She took her seat once more and I headed inside.
I couldn't help but watch her as I was in line waiting. She looked thoroughly exhausted, like she hadn't slept in days. But even in this exhausted state she still looked incredible. Her hair, although played with ruthlessly early, was as straight as can be and lying perfectly over both shoulders. She wasn't wearing makeup, which was a huge turn on for me. I hate it when girls wear makeup. I like natural beauty. In my opinion, when a woman wears makeup it's like she's slapping herself in the face. She's saying she's not pretty enough. But this girl is extraordinarily beautiful. And those eyes, those killer blue eyes. I'm a sucker for blue eyes and, of course, she had to have them.
"I got you black coffee, but I brought sugar and creamer just in case," I said, sitting down across from her at the table.
"Black coffee is just fine. It's what I usually drink," she smiled at me.
"So," I started, "you mentioned class. Do you go to Bradenton?" Bradenton is the top university in the state, and this coffee shop is about a ten minute walk from campus.
"I do actually! I'm in my third year of getting my nursing degree. What about you? Do you go there as well" she asked, taking another sip of her coffee.
"Yeah, I'm studying early childhood education. I love kids."
"I do too, but I don't know if I'd be able to teach, you know? There are just some things on this earth people shouldn't attempt to do. Me teaching is one of them," she laughed.
