Chapter 2: First Day Off
Nneeexxxttt chapter! Enjoy!
BTW: there will be some ACTION next chapter. Promise.
Sleeping in was kind of a foreign thing to me. I woke up around 5:30, and just kept rolling over and over until I decided that I wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep. Then I got up and moseyed into the kitchen. I cut up a pineapple and ate more than half of it… yeah, I LOVE pineapple… and cookies, pineapple and cookies, yumm.
Then I sat on the couch and turned on the TV and ended up watching spongebob for only an hour before I felt too fidgety. Sitting still for so long made me feel lazy. So I got up and changed into dark jean shorts and a white tanktop with a cool design on the right side, that twisted it's way to my back and then came to an elegant stop before it hit the left front side.
Then I futssed with my hair for a while before deciding to just leave it alone. Besides, it didn't look that bad, It fell almost to the middle of my back, and it almost looked like I had curled and styled it. Then I put on my cowboy boots (Yeah, I'm kinda a country girl) (A/N: I know she was listening to KTPERRY in the last chapter, but Bella IS a country girl: N\A) and sunglasses. I grabbed my purse, stuffed some money into it and walked out of my apartment building through the front door… which I don't think I've ever done besides to move all of my things in. I wasn't really sure where I was going, or what I was looking to do. So I just kind of wandered around, glancing through store windows, until I found a Starbucks. I remember going to starbucks all the time when I was a freshman. I freaking loved that place. It was where half of my money was always spent.
I pushed the door open, and some bells above it jingled. The employee's head snapped up to see who had come in. His deep emerald eyes met mine for a split second, and then he made eye contact with someone behind me and I noticed him give a little nod. Then he turned his attention back to the customer who was ordering.
I looked behind me, to see who he was signaling to, but all I saw was an ominous black van with darkly tinted windows. But seeing the van on the roads of New York City in the middle of the day didn't scare me much, so I ignored the warning bells in my head.
I turned my attention back to the line and saw that I was only one person away from the front. Everyone else was waiting for their coffees or mochas or whatever to be made.
"Thank you and have a nice day." The cashier said. His voice lingered in my head and tasted like a breath of fresh air.
The lady in front of me stepped out of line and the cashier's nametag said 'Edward'. Edward gave me a crooked smile. My heart skipped a beat and I stuttered, "I-I'll have a mango Smoothie, please." I mentally kicked myself.
Edward tilted his head down, causing the light to make his messy bronze hair shine. It somehow looked soft and I had to suppress the urge to touch it.
He punched in a number on the cash register and looked back up into my eyes. "Anything else?" He asked
"No, thanks." And then I stepped out of line to wait for my smoothie. I stood back by the wall and glanced back at Edward the same time he glanced up at me. I immediately looked away and let my hair fall over my face, trying to hide the blush I felt rising in my cheeks.
"Mango Smoothie." A worker stated, and slammed my drink down on the counter. I grabbed it and glanced at Edward again. I met his green eyes for a split second, and then turned and left the restaurant does starbucks really qualify as a restaurant? Well, I'm gonna call it a restaurant an if anyone has a problem with that they can complain to the barrel of my gun.
I was pretty distracted after that and forgot about the black van until after lunch when I was in the Hollister store.
I had just bought two cute tops that were on sale- - -because I have a pretty big issue with buying name brand stuff for full price, it's just so freakin expensive. Not that I have to worry about how much money I spend- I have plenty of it- But if you think I'm going to pay over 25 dollars for a T-shirt… you have another think comin.- - -
And I just took my bag from the cashier… who smelled like Abercrombie took a shit on him, and turned towards the door, and saw the black van parked across the road, the windshield facing the store. The windshield was tinted as dark as the windows on the doors were, so I couldn't even be sure that there were people in it. I pushed the door open and, without even glancing at the van, continued down the sidewalk. I turned the corner pressed my back against the some building, and waited. Not even Five seconds later, the van turned the same corner. I quickly ducked behind the garbage can I was standing next to, and watched the van cruise by. Once it was out of sight, I straightened up and started heading back to my apartment building.
I convinced myself that I had nothing to worry about. I don't even know if I saw the same van, it could have been two different vans. And even if it was the same van, it was probably just a coincidence that I saw it three times right? And as long as I was out in public, or in my apartment, I was pretty much safe.
Yeah, I was able to brush it off pretty easily.
I took the stairs up to my apartment, like always, and found the emerald green eyes of starbucks Edward drift back into my thoughts. And along with his eyes, came his voice, his fresh and velvety voice.
And I decided I would go to starbucks again tomorrow morning.
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