fabric fell loose around my torso and tucked carelessly in my black jeans, but it was showing off h

pet was a lazy old fat cat in some shade between orange and dusty rose color. She seemed to be an ordinary girl, but she was popular as a cheerleader in her school. P

orite color. Luckily, Melanie's too. That is why I even dyed two slim locks of my hair in crimson with a temporary party paint, and let them fall o

te that she is going on a coffee with her best friend after their last class. How much they would talk with schoolmates before leaving the school g

e entrance. Some of them kept casting a glance towards me from time to time, inspecting me. Did the

uise, acting like I was watching something on my phone, when my peripheral vision was actually waiting for the cheer

Melanie. She posted a selfie an hour ago, wearing a blouse in her favorite color and tight b

jumps into someone's car? How would I follow her then? I had no car, I never owned one. It was a dream of mine to buy one, and I was going to do that not too far from now, if I kept on savi

at I might have missed her, I spotted her. She was talking to two tall boys and a chubby brunette on the other side of th

n. I looked around me to see if anyone spotted me staring at the cheerleader, but the teens, scattered around

ottom lip, I decided to not cross to their sidewalk, so I stayed on the other side of t

ng them. They were cheerfully chatting, not showing any signs that they knew of my existence. The luck was on my sid

lenge. Crossing the street, I decided to wait a minute before walking inside the bar. I inspected the place while I was still

nose the scent of warm food. A wooden menu sign was placed next to the entrance, showing that it was more like a diner sl

h golden paint the old tall apartment buildings around me. The night was about to fall down, a

elf while putting on my sunglasses,

aint or overused tables, scratched at the edges. The light was dim and the tables were placed between two sofas, providing some intimacy. A

me a good view of Melanie's group. My luck struck again when a table across from theirs, two me

es and began to pout - aiming to appear miserable, broken. Two minutes of that, and I gathered courage

Of course, you are." I was complaining, making pauses to seem

at the same time, but then they ignored me. Kn

about me, okay?... Just leave me alone!" I sighed, brushing dramatically my forehead with my left palm. "Don't lie to me! You

the table. I knew that everyone in the diner heard enough. They got the idea that I was having a f

f sorrow. Smiling on the inside, I got up from my table and went to the bar. Whi

." I told the waiter and the bartender, making sure th

chool. I was like an undiscovered actress, driven from the pain of my past. It was easy to act as heartbroken when my heart knew this feelin

ion I could muster and approached Melanie's group. The two guys stared at me, realizing that I was going

I began when I reached Melanie's sofa. "I did not know that he

rst, while the cheerleader and the boys looked at o

I mean, you are not, but--" The gir

ometimes guys can be really cruel!" Melanie cor

arked, but I ignored him, knowing that

e had another." I plopped my drink on their table and covered my face with my hands in frustration, as man

a fucking ass!" On

ened to me, but I ended a relationship a we

glass from their table, acting like I was going back to mine. "I'm

g when the brunette's voice came after me. I grinned on the inside

r boring life might distract you from your stuff." T

er her social media. It was one of the things I was going to use to my advantage. Meetin