I'll Be Okay✓

Chapter 3

I find myself parked outside a café that I have come to be so custom to. I knew it was closed. For goodness sake it's past 10 pm but my instinct led me here. I really can not explain how much peace this place gives me.  Even if it is to park outside the cafe in an empty lot. I do not care, it gives me peace.

My mind wander back to an hour ago. If you can call what we had a conversation. I have never been great in confrontations and I'm horrible at speaking my mind and standing up for myself, I have said it before. I am an introvert person I have never before this have to stand up for myself. I have never been in a position that I had to defend myself. The truth is, Mark or Grace or Victoria, they were always there to do the whole confrontation so I never have to face it.

My heart clench as I remember how things use to be before I lost everything. I've cried so much today that I would think I would not cry anymore but I am wrong. Even if I have shed so many tears today I still have more. I know I am pathetic for crying all the time but it's what I can do. It is how I can release this gut clenching feeling that I walk around feeling. I lost too much in a short time and I do not know how to go on because everything I have lost is what kept me going.

Suddenly a tap on my window bring me back to reality as I jump and scream from the sudden noise. My heart race as I think about possible danger I could be in. I look at the source and sigh placing my hand on my chest where my heart is suppose to be.

It's just Zayn.

Zayn? I haven't seen him in such a long time. He gesture for me to roll down my window and I oblique. I immediately smile. An award winning smile.

"Hey mystery girl." He beam at me. It's uplifting how he's always cheery and alive and energetic.

"Mystery girl, me?" I laugh a little trying to match his mood. He's so easy to talk to and the heaviness in my heart getting lighter by the passing second.

"Yeah you. I haven't seen you in two weeks. Not that I've been counting or anything." I laugh whole heartedly and it's not because what he said is funny, no. I'm laughing because it's easy to laugh at whatever he says and he makes everything thing, every word lighter.

I notice that he's sweaty and is wearing basketball short and a black vest. Probably he was running when he saw me.

"Step out for a minute. I want to see you." He takes the advantage and open the door for me. I step out.

"I'd hug you but I stink and you look ravishing in that dress." He makes a growling noise which has me bursting out in laughter.

"I'm sure you say that to every girl." I smile at him and if he's offended he doesn't show it as he gasp and reply.

"How did you know?" We both laugh at his reaction. "But honestly, you look fantastic."

"Thank you." I bow doing something out of character but I don't find it disturbing in fact I like how care free I am when I'm around Zayn.

"Here's the thing I've been meaning to ask. What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean?" He snort.

"You know what I mean." Actually I don't, does he mean what I'm doing here now or in general.

"You not from around here yet you come here for coffee and sandwiches. Where are you from mystery girl." He muse holding my gaze. I shift uncomfortable.

"You don't know I'm not from here. I live around." I lie which I may add is poorly. I'm a bad liar. He laugh doubling over.

"This is my neighbour hood Ri-ri. I know everyone around. We know each other."  I blush at the new nickname I just got. No one ever gave me a nickname. I've often told myself that my name is too short to be shorten even further.