"…Ms Kristen is such an awful nightmare urgh, I wonder how her boyfriend deals with her. Oh wait, she probably wouldn't have one since she's such a spiteful bitch and all. If I were a guy, I'll sooner poke myself in the eye than date her. Bleh," Sam finally stops talking long enough to unwrap her sandwich and puts it in her mouth, "Yuck, pickles." The redhead makes a face at the mess of pickles in her sandwich.
Cara smiles distractedly at her best friend before turning her head slightly to the left, one eye and ear trained on the centre table in the café. She isn't a stalker by all means, god no. But there's just something slightly curious about table 10 and its occupants (oh who is she kidding, it's all encompassing curiosity and a whole lot of envy).
Table 10 sits in the middle of the cafe, on a slightly elevated platform that's invitation-only. And by invitation-only, she means the current A-list and those Elle Ashley deems good enough to join her clique (needless to say, she's never had any conversation with said queen bee - let alone, invitation to join the A-list. She's just a little bitter from that.) Cara watches as Elle makes her way through the crowds after purchasing some food towards her table, blonde hair fluttering behind her like a halo. After settling her food down on the table, she leans to her right to give her boyfriend a peck on the lips, effectively capturing the entire café's attention. Even from her vantage point, Cara could see Elle's lips curl up in a smirk.
Sure, she's mean and bitchy and all things nasty but she knows how to grab attention that's for sure. Cara sighs a little, putting her hands below her chin, a little smidgen of envy blossoming in her chest.
Elle pulls away from her boyfriend and holds court at the head of Table 10. Cerulean orbs flicker coolly across the cafeteria, her glossed lips stretching into a satisfied smile as she observes everyone staring at table 10.
Doors opening at the café's entrance startles Cara from her staring, the sound a little foreign at this time of the lunch hour. She turns her head to look at the disturbance and gasps.
Because at the doors were 2 extremely attractive people – might she say, even more so than Elle and her clique.
The male ruffles his gorgeous black hair, tousled and windblown. His eyes, greener and more intense than any shade she's ever seen, flit around the café curiously. She trails her eyes down his form, looking appreciatively at his physique. Lean and muscular, yet not overly so. The blonde beside him is even more breathtaking. An effortless sort of beauty, she sweeps her blonde curls into a causal ponytail and surveys her surroundings with striking grey orbs. Cara's breath catches a little in her throat when she feels grey eyes on her, because those grey eyes have got to be the most unique color she's seen. Stormy like thunderclouds, yet critical and analytic, like she's sizing up her opponent in a fight.
As the couple moves gracefully through the café, hands entwined, Cara vaguely realises that the café has gone silent.
Even Elle, she thinks with a little grin.
The queen bee, normally calm and unflappable, has her mouth hanging open unattractively as she trails the two with her eyes, quite unable to look away.
Honestly, Cara can't blame her, those two were quite a sight.
A/N: yip, just a short drabble that came out of my mind haha. inspired by massie block and the clique series! And I put the author's note at the bottom because I wanted to tell you all, that unfortunately I will be going on hiatus. At least for the next few weeks as I attempt to study for exams (: