𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔

C h a p t e r 1 6 : Bruises?

◇ Blake's POV: ◇

I pull out my near-white jeans, deciding that this is closer to white than black itself. She's wearing a yellow top, but I don't think I have anything yellow.

I rummage through my closet, finally finding a pale yellow shirt. I put everything on, and I turned to my mirror.

What the fuck. I look like shit. I look like I belong to a wonderland.

I called Kira, mumbling to myself on how shitty I looked.

"Hey, good morning Kira," I start off.

"Morning!" She chirps.

"Okay so, I tried on a pale yellow shirt and some white jeans, but I look like shit. So I'm just calling you to let you know that I am not going to match with you. I'm sorry."

"What? But why! I'm sure you look fine. Send me a pic."

"Okay, hold on."

I take a mirror picture, with my middle finger out.

I send it to her and wait patiently for her to respond back.

"Hello? You still there?"

"..."

"Hello?" I ask again.

"You look good, what do you mean?!"

"What? No, I don't."

I admit, hearing her say I look good makes my heart do weird things.

"Yes, you do. Wear it, or I am forever mad at you."

My heart constricts at the thought. 

"Okay, okay geez. I'll wear it you doofus. Bye, see you at school."

"Bye!"

We hang up, and I look at myself in the mirror one last time, shrug, and then head out to buy coffee for me and Kira.

As I drive, one hand on the wheel, one hand out the window, the cold morning breeze refreshing me. I stop at a red light and quickly text Kira something.

I ask her if she still likes her usual hot chocolate with no whip cream and with marshmallows.

She says yes and I put my phone away, placing my attention back on the road.

Just then, the lights turn green and I turn, immediately seeing the coffee shop we used to go to when we were younger. .

I arrive at the coffee shop, get out of my car, and lock it.

As I enter the coffee shop, the smell of coffee beans hits me as I inhale deeply.

I walk over to the order area and stand in line, looking at their menu on the screens above the cash registers.

"Hello, good morning. What would you like today," the waiter asks me as I step in front of the cashier.

I smile, "Good morning. I would like a medium hot chocolate, no whipped cream, and extra marshmallows please." I wait a little bit as she puts in the order.

"Will that be all?" She smiles warmly at me.

"Ah no, can I also get a medium coffee, just regular."

"Of course. Will that be all?" she asks, and bats her eyelashes.

I grimace inside, but nod.

"Can I get your name?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. Blake," I reply.

"Would you like to go out sometime?" She flirts. 

I give her a tight smile, "Sorry. I already have someone else who occupies my mind 24/7."