Hey, guys! Here is chapter 2! Woohooo :D I've never written faster as I'm now. I even wrote that, while I was at work. Thank you for reading. Enjoy :)

- Oi, bitch, you look like you've been roughed up. How was your first day?

Fucking Katie. Subtle as fuck. Katie is my twin sister, but we are nothing alike. She dresses like a hoe (and acts like one, if you ask me). I'm not kidding. Fucking leopard print and all. Disgusting. Give her parties, where she can fuck anything with two legs, and she is happy. A walking cliché, my sister. Quite literally. She acts like a shallow, pompous fuck most of the time, but actually she isn't. However, that doesn't mean that she is nice. Not even to me.

- Fuck off, will you? – I shouted back at her as I threw my shit on the floor. Suddenly the couch looked so comfy and I realized exactly how tired I'm.

- Take off your dirty sneakers, for fucks sake! And you can always quit and work at the salon with me.

- Yeah, right. And to listen all day long those pompous cunts with their stupid haircuts and manicure, brag about their stupid, rich husbands. Thanks, but no thanks.

Katie works in a beauty salon. She is fucking good at it. Maybe because she started using make up at fifth grade. She is the only person I trust with doing my make up when I go out on a date. Not that that happens so often, but still. She is truly gifted. But that doesn't mean that I can stand her clients. I hated those people. So fucking shallow, like the most important thing in the world was whose car was the newest or whose wife has the most corrections. Pricks.

- Fine, stay with the boring lawyers and look like shit every day! I don't care! Speaking of which, is there a hot guy? Someone well lush and rich? But not like too old, yeah?

Same old Katie. Told you about the cock-obsession. I didn't even answer her. I just put my headphones on and ignored her. As I dozed off the last thing on my mind was a certain set of blue eyes.

Fan-fucking-tastic. I woke up around 8 to an empty flat. Nothing new. My stomach started making those weird sounds, so I walked to the fridge, but there was nothing to eat. Damn you, Katie. She never buys food. That bloody bitch didn't care about anyone, but herself. I bet she was out with some random guy getting monumentally pissed somewhere. Fuck her. I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the apartment. As I walked to my favourite café I started thinking about the passing day. It was so bizarre, nothing as I expected it to be. My thoughts jumped suddenly on office 6 and I ignored the stupid feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I welcomed the dim light and the quiet chatter as I entered the café. I was a regular so I didn't even need to go there and order. They always knew what I want. I sat at the far off corner in the room at the most comfortable worn off couch ever. No one sat there, because of the coffee stains all over the fabric, but oddly that's why I liked it. I immediately opened the book I was trying to read these days. Poetry, mind you. I'm a sucker for the romantic bullshit of other people. As I sat there reading, I nursed a cup of hot chocolate, while they were playing The XX as a background. I still remember the day I discovered that band. They are amazing. It was after one of the infamous break-ups I had with Sophia. As I walked by a small café (the one I was currently sitting in) I heard a song. The lyrics hit me hard and I stood there as a deer caught in the lights. I'm not really into indie music, but that song. Oh, that song. It was forever imprinted on my mind. Infinity. I went home as fast as possible and downloaded the whole discography of the band. Since that day, they have been my favourite band and I always play them before I go to sleep. I was so engrossed in my little bubble that I didn't even feel someone approaching me.

- " I carry your heart with me. I carry it in my heart…"

I looked and there was she. Naomi. My new, hot coworker. Amazingly beautiful coworker, if I may add. My face must have been pretty funny, cause she started laughing softly and pointed at the book.

- Cummings. I love him. He has a special way of expressing his heart's desires. You don't look like the kind of girl, who is into poetry.

- Judge a book by its cover, don't you?

I finally gathered myself enough to answer with a cheeky grin. Well done, Emily. Just keep it together.

She laughed with her beautiful, melodic laugh and shook her head.

- Just saying. Didn't expect someone to know about my favourite place either.

- You're kidding. This is my favourite place. I come here every day when I want to sit alone and just read.

I didn't say it as a hint, but of course she had to take it as one. Fucking fuck.

- Oh. Yeah. It's perfect for that, too. Well, I'll leave you to it aand see you tomorrow.

She smiled and walked away before I could manage to invite her to stay. Damn it. I watched her walk out of the café and down the street without even processing what happened seconds ago. How was I supposed to get back to the fucking book with the beautifully written poetry, when she was all I could think about?! Fucking fuck. I slammed my head on the table and stayed like that until I heard an all too familiar voice.

- Easy with the head. I like it and by the looks of it, other girls rather enjoy it, too.

Effy Stonem. My best friend. Mind you, we fucked once a long time ago, but it was a quicky and it didn't even mean anything. Plus we've been best friends since that "accident". It was three years ago at a party. I was drunk, she was drunk, we wanted to have sex. End of. Not a big deal. I can't even begin to explain who or what is Effy. She is a mystery. A complete fucking mystery. It took me three bloody years to finally understand how her brain worked. Sometimes I wonder if I got it right. I'm sure there is a hidden part somewhere. She is always capable of surprises. And she also almost doesn't talk. But she says so much. I hate her for it. Effy is quiet and sometimes you can't even notice that she is there. But she is and she is most definitely watching you with her magnificent blue eyes. They were nothing like Naomi's. Every time I gaze at her eyes I got the feeling that I'm drowning in my own fucking self. She can see right through you and it's like she is able to touch the deepest and most hidden parts of your soul. It's scary sometimes. A walking mystery. That is that she is. Plus the incredibly hot body with long legs, a few freckles on her pale skin and the "ripped open clothes that almost show my ass" fashion style. She was a magnet for douchebags. Everyone wanted to fuck her. Most of them actually did, cause of her sexual hunger and "I don't care" behavior. She did what she wanted with whom she wanted. She was happy in her own twisted way. That doesn't change the fact that she was my favourite person on the entire motherfucking planet. We've been through a lot together and I knew that I can count on her for everything.

- Oi, you look like you need one of my sandwiches. You look awful.

That doesn't mean that she is not fucking annoying as my sister. Katie and Effy don't get along much. I mean, when we first met Katie wanted so badly to be Effy's best friend. She tried anything to win her, but it just didn't work out. Now, Katie is acting a bit weird every time Effy is around. I always thought it's because of the rejection. Effy of course entertain herself with my sister's open displays of dislike.

-Don't forget to add extra cheese!

As if ever she could forget, but I only added that so I can have the last word.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it :))

See you next time,

Steph