BROKEN

Chapter 2 - Anthropophobia

Anthropophobia - Fear of people and society

The cocky voice dryly responded "I wasn't talking to you"

Shocked, I plastered a fake smile on my now grinning face, still not lifting my eyes from my schedule.

"Of course you weren't." I mumbled under my breath, exhausted by his disgusting behavior. I thought he would now leave me alone and switch around to his next prey. But he didn't.

A plate was roughly thrown on top of the wooden table. "I wouldn't eat the muffin if I was you love" he teased "But if you do, it's 2 pounds fifty"

My eyes fluttered to meet his, and I immediately regretted it.

His eyes were grey, not a plain, unremarkable grey, like that dull concrete. They were the grey of the last ashes on an incandescent fire, tossed up in the wind; the grey of a stormy night, frightening; the grey of the ocean an instant before dusk, the last gleam fading away, absorbed by the darkness.

They were a sea that tore apart anyone who looked into them and dragged the onlooker down into their depths.

They showed no sense of kindness or compassion, or any feeling for that matter. They were conflicted. They were cold. They were beautiful

Unfortunately, his personality was damaging to his majestic stone cold figure. Undoubtedly I became self aware of my hideous allure. My long, light brown chaotic hair falling ungracefully on my pale face, my thick and bushy eyebrows that I hadn't plunked this week, and most importantly my lack of a fashion sense. The simple and modest cloth on my malnourished body never really left an impression on people. Nor did it ever make one on myself.

Plain. Concealed. Unnoticed

If only I had been invisible to him too.

"You done staring princess?" He smirked, cockiness and arrogance compelled his voice.

My thoughts broke away and I placed a witty smile on my face. "Not yet. Let me finish" I paused for a few seconds faking it. His face was full of confusion. He probably thought I was admiring him. "Yup, that's what I thought we can't do anything for you. You should try plastic surgery though. Don't worry I know a guy, he'll do it half price for you"

His smirk grew wider. "How is it you know so much about plastic surgery, it's not like it worked anyway" He stared at my chest and I crossed my arms to shield myself from his mocking stare.

My patience shrank. I got out the money from my wallet and gave it to him so he would shut up. He wasn't done.

"What? No tip?" He nudge at me.

"Piss off" my voice sounded annoyed and fed up. He rolled his eyes and turned to a brainless type of prey. In other words the blondie. I did an internal party dance. I could now go back to my mouth-watering muffin.

"Did it hurt when you felt from heaven?"

I looked around and saw him, serving his lame pick up line up again to the model sitting right next to me. However his eyes were locked on me.

Gaping, I looked at him in shock. His smile turned up into a wicked grin. Eyes not leaving mine he asked again to the blond "I finished my shift. wanna get out of here?" Her high pitched giggle echoed in the café, blending in the music. He shamelessly winked at me, saying silently "Easy for me, but how about you?"

I could only roll my eyes, exhausted. The asshole was right, but it didn't matter. I only came there for my studies, once I have my degree I can finally be independent and entirely free.