My sides were heaving, and I almost collapsed from lack of air by the time I reached the Starbucks on the next block over. I had just ran away from my boyfriend, and more importantly, my home. The only thing I had even managed to bring with me was my cellphone.
The doorbell jingled as I walked through the entrance and reached into my pockets. Luckily, I had stashed a five dollar bill in there before practice tonight, so I had just enough to buy a grande frappe.
"Double chocolately chip frappe, please," I smiled, placing the bill on the granite countertop. The employee smiled at me and then turned around to begin making my frappe.
I leaned against the countertop, brushed some beads of sweat from my forehead, and sighed. I really needed some girl time with Peyton and Eliza right now. But what was I supposed to do? Call them in the middle of our practice and invite them to Starbucks with me? Of course not!
"That'll be $4.79." The man said, handing me my frappe. I smiled at him and placed the bill in his hand. Then turning on my heel I called, "Keep the change," and sat down in my favorite corner table. But this time, I was by myself.
YOU ARE READING
Becoming A World Champ
Teen FictionSummer Fields just moved to Plano, Texas only a year ago. Now she's cheering at the gym of her dreams— Cheer Athletics. All is well with her best friends and her adorable boyfriend, or so she thinks. Will the same terrorizer's jealousy strike again...
