Blame The Player

C H A P T E R | 02

" I'd like a Spanish latte, thank you. "

" Anything else? "

I feel Avalon's eyes on me so I connect our gazes. 

" I'll take one too. "

" Alright. Anything else? "

" No, thank you that will be all. "

She nods and walks off. Avalon whips her body to me and I jerk in response. She shakes her head and pulls me back to our table, forcing me to sit back down. In truth, I want to search for another coffee shop that will serve what I want. Accepting that they don't serve tintos is like stripping me bear from who I am. It's a part of me, my family, and quite frankly my tradition. I shiver at the idea that this place would change that.

" Catalina, it's just a coffee. "

My glare cuts right through her and shuts her up.

" It's not just a coffee, estúpida americana, " I hiss.

Her expression tells on her opinion of my overly dramatic attitude about damn coffee. I scoff.

" I don't know what you just said to me but I don't think I'd like to know either or I might feel insulted, " she teases to lighten the mood.

I smile in silent laughter. Sighing after a moment of silence, I offer an apologetic smile.

" I'm sorry. It's just weird not to get your traditional coffee. I know I won't adjust to this change very quickly. "

She smiles and shrugs.

" I'll help you find another favorite drink. "

My lips part to reply to her but the tattooed girl cuts right in.

" Two Spanish lattes. Order's up. "

We get out of our seats and fetch our drinks. Exiting the building, I walk straight into the beautiful view of the ocean. I'm blown away at how beautiful it is from here, I can't imagine how more beautiful it must be up close. I feel relaxed on our way to the campus. Taking a sip from the drink, everything peaceful is darkened by a sudden shock. I spit it out and it frightens Avalon.

" Catalina, what the fuck? " she cusses, clutching her chest as she narrows her eyes.

" No, what is in this latte? " I hiss and open the lid, unpleased to find milk in it. " Why isn't it black? "

Avalon looks at me funny.

" Catalina, oh my god, the rumors of Latin girls are true. You guys are so equipped to exaggerate a situation. "

I stare her down and shove the drink in her hand, angry and disappointed.

" What now? " she glowered.

" I don't drink white coffee. "

" Latte, " she corrects, " And why not? Haven't you drunk lattes back home? "

" Latté, " I spitefully correct her and she rolls her eyes, " And I have but it's always black. "

" You Latinas are weird. "

I brush off the insult and try to calm myself. It's not a big issue I'll just clarify the next time we go there. Not that I want to. I curse under my breath and cross my arms.

" When are we meeting the others? "

" We? You, you mean. " She chuckles.

I lighten up and feel my shoulders relax.

" Yeah, me. "

She hums.

" Well, Gabriel and the others have a game practice in the afternoon. Oh, just a heads up, Blake is not particularly very nice to new quests joining the family. But don't mind the bastard a second thought, alright? He has issues and the biggest ego you could drown in it. "

I giggle.

" He sounds flattering. "

She gives me a look.

" Yes, very flattering. Oh, don't forget how he broods when he loses a game. God, he's like a goddamn baby that didn't get what he wanted. "

We laugh at this.

" So, we'll meet them this afternoon? "

She cocks a brow and looks at me like I said the silliest thing.

" No, Latina, we catch up on breaks. Rarely, all of us are off at the same time but we are comfortable enough to spend time with one another separately. But don't stress, Blake separates himself from us unless he has no girl ready to hook up with in the bathrooms. "

I scrunch my nose.

" He's that bad? "

Her brows bob as if I didn't exaggerate him enough.

" No, he's bad bad, Catalina. You should stay away from him. He has a way of swooning a girl with pretty lies and when he catches you in his trap and devours you to his appetite, he pulls up his pants and leaves you with no explanation. "

How could one person sound so bad but desirable at the same time? A real bad boy. I met a few back in high school but they eventually grew out of it, and none of them were easy on the eyes. 

" You sound experienced. "

She snorts.

" No, I just listen to what goes around. Plus, I've got to know him. Just the way he dresses screams a red flag. "

I wet my lips. 

Even with Avalon's warnings, I'm even more set on meeting this grumpy bad boy. I mean, I've always been drawn to the forbidden nature.

Well, doesn't Blake sound interesting?

Oh my god, I'm soo excited to introduce you guys to the rest of the group. Like, I'm already fanning over Blake.

See you in the next chapter! *Smooch* (If it's published *sob sob*)