Songs for Courtney

She looks at her watch again. Looks at one side, at the other side. Nothing. No sight of the red flower.

Two days earlier on MSN

LouisT: “I'll bring a red flower so you can know who I am”

Courtneyy: “A red flower? So classy!”

LouisT:“You know I am”

Courtneyy: “I'll bring a pink backpack of the powerpuff girls”

LouisT: “How childish”

Courtneyy: “You know I am”

“What a prick! Turns out the girls are gonna be right.”

Courtney looks at her watch again. She sighs. She straightens the skirt she bought just for the date. She also wears new underwear, even though she knows they're not gonna go that far. Her heels kick the floor. She's really mad.

A day earlier on MSN

Courtneyy: “Are you sure?”

LouisT: “No, but we have to”

SCourtneyy: “If you don't show up”

LouisT: “I'll show up”

Courtney is fed up. She ties her hair in a ponytail, she had straightened her hair just for him, but now it doesn't matter. The prick hasn't shown up.

“What do I do now” it's soon to go back home, and she doesn't want to be anywhere near her laptop. She needs a good coffee.

Right in front of her she sees a Starbucks. She walks towards it, remembering the conversation she had with her friends about him.

“At five thirty” says Courtney

“I can't believe it ¿you really have a date with that guy?” says Pippa

“yeah, I think it's about time we meet each other” says Courtney.

“But you haven't even see each others pictures...” says Jerica

“I know, but I like him, and he likes me. We don't need pictures.”

“What if he's a pervert?” says Kirsten

“That's what you'd like to find eh Kirsten? Someone who only thinks about sex” says Jerica

Everyone laughs except Kirsten who slaps Jerica.

“what if he doesn't show up” says Pippa

“He will” answers Courtney

“Maybe he doesn't” says Kirsten

“I'm telling you, he will!”

“Miss Bowie, I know you're excited about derivatives, but please do me a favour don't show it in class. Now, can you come to the blackboards and show us how much you know?” Calls the maths teacher from his desk.

The conversation ends, and now everyone is laughing except for Courtney who, unwillingly, stands up and walks towards the blackboard

Courtney opens the door of Starbucks. There's no one in line. The girl orders a caramel macchiato, pays for it and goes upstairs.

The place is practically empty. A couple on a couch next to the windows. Courtney looks at them

“ugg, they've picked the best place”