The Boy Has Love - Breana (i can read with my eyes shut txt) 📗

having sex with them?"I mocked.
She gulped sliently and sat down next to the body mirror on a rocking chair. She didn't speak, and silence took over us two. I suddenly felt bad for flipping out on her. She got all pretty and happy for today. For Zack. She was planning to be perfect today for him. But I couldn't understand why, considering she even told me he's like her older brother. I find this whole thing disgusting...
"Can we please take him?" Misty asked quietly.
I nodded my head,"fine."

After about an hour of talking about the rest of the summer and stuff, she decided to go downstairs to grab some food for us. I glanced around the room, remembering when we were little and we used to play "House". I was always the husband while she was the wife. Every time we played, it was the same. I'd walk through the door and she would be cooking plastic food on her plastic kitchen set. I slightly smiled and vibration startled me as it came from my pocket.
Zane texted back good, with a smiley face. My thumbs typed away asking if he'd wanna hang out with Misty and I for the day. I slid my phone back in my pocket in notice of Misty coming in the room with one of those big boxes of Gold Fish. I smiled at how dumb she looked while grabbing a handful out of the box,"gimme some," I said.
She sat down next to me and we chewed away on Gold Fish for at least 10 minutes, until I got a text from Zane again. It read sure, and I told Misty. She informed Zack, as well as I informed Zane, to meet us at the town Starbucks.
We hopped into her truck and I wasn't so nervous with meeting Zane there. I wondered how Misty felt with meeting Zack, though. The thought instantly left my mind and I didn't bother asking how she did feel.
"So, do you like Zane?" Misty asked turning out of the neighborhood.
I shrugged, "he's cute, funny, and seems sweet. But, I don't know much about him. We just met last night," I replied.
"Oh, well, he is very sweet. He's, also, not a man whore like your dumb ass ex."
I chuckled and payed my attention out the windshield. I looked around for the Starbucks, just to see if I would find Zane walking inside.
When we were pulling in, I looked inside the windows to see no Zane or Zack. I unbuckled and Misty and I got out of her truck to go inside. It was chilly outside, and I put my hands in my sweat shirt pocket where my phone was. We stepped inside, and the smell of mocha's and all sorts of coffee's combined, smelled amazing.
We both approached the counter and ordered two medium mocha's. The smell of one made me crave one.
I stood by the counter and waited as she sat down at a table for all four of us to sit at. I looked around the coffee shop to see all sorts of people. There was a middle aged man running his finger over his lips skimming though stuff on his lap top and grabbing his coffee. I saw a, what reminded me of a hipster, girl about 20 sitting huddled together, looking out the big window that peaks out to the busy street next to the shop. There was a little boy tugging on his, I assume, mom's shirt asking for hot chocolate. He, apparently got what he wanted, because she ordered a small one. All these people here were different.
I jumped to the feel of somebody behind the counter poking me and telling me our mocha's were ready. I turned around and gave the girl a shy smile and grabbed Misty and I's drinks and headed towards her. She was texting, and I was pretty sure it was Zack, just by the way she was smiling.
"When's he gonna be here?" I asked taking a sip of my hot beverage.
She shrugged and put her phone down to wrap her fingers around the cup, "soon. Do you know when your soon to be boyfriend will be here?" She smirked looking at me.
I looked back at her and could feel my face heat up in awkwardness, "I doubt he's looking for a girl like me... But I think he'll be here soon, too."
"Dude, last night, the way he was staring at you, I could totally tell her was into you. I've never seen him like that before, trust me," she said.
I slightly nodded and rolled my eyes looking out the window next to us, noticing a car pulling up into the parking lot. In the corner of my eye, I saw Misty looking out the window too, possibly at the same car.
"I see the guys car pooled," she pointed out.
It was true. They both stepped out of the car, walking to the main entrance of Starbucks. I tried to play cool and keep my staring distance, but it seemed like it just wasn't working out that well.
They made their way to the table we were sitting at. Zack sat next to Misty, with a kiss on the cheek, while Zane sat next to me. He took off his black sun glasses and put them on the table, "hey, Raven," he smiled.
I smiled back and looked at him, "hi," I shyly said.
We looked away and I turned my focus on Misty and Zack. He grabbed her mocha and took a sip out of it. I hid my smile as he ouched in pain of how hot the drink was.
"Oh, dude, you okay?" Zane chuckled.
Misty laughed as well as I, and Zack closed his eyes tightly, in pain. I felt like he deserved it, considering he did stuff with my best friend I didn't find quite appropriate.
I took a small sip of my mocha afterwards and watched as he cleaned up his spitting mess, and noticed Misty was smiling at me. I looked directly at her, my back was hunched and my elbows were rested on the table and my hands were holding my drink in front of my face, "what?" I questioned.
She glanced over at Zane, then looked back at me. I looked over at Zane who was looking around the place. He looked bored, and I felt stupid for having the idea of even coming here. He didn't look like the type of guy to even come to Starbucks... Or any coffee shop.
"You look bored," I said to Zane.
He quickly looked at me and our eyes met, "eh, I don't like coffee much."
I slightly nodded and sat up straight. My elbows left the table and I placed my cup of coffee on the table looking at Misty. I pulled my sleeves over my hands and with my open fingers, I scratched my head, not trying to ruin my hair.
I looked back at Zane, "do you wanna leave?" I suggested.
He shrugged, "sure? Why not?"
I smiled, "Misty, we're gonna go. See you tonight, or something?" I said.
She slightly smiled, "see you."
Zane and I left the coffee shop and made our way to his car. He kindly opened the door for me to get in, which surprised me, considering a guy has never done that for me before. I knew I was blushing because I smiled in a way I usually do when I blush. I watched as he walked around the car to sit in the driver side so we can drive our way out of there.
"This might sound nerdy," he said entering the car and closing the door, "but I like going to the library, just to relax. I like to read some of the books, but if you wanna go, I won't read," he smiled buckling up and looking at me.
I smiled back, "that sounds fun."
"Okay, so library is where we're headed?" He reassured.
I nodded and he drove out of the parking lot. Leaning my head back on the head rest, I looked out the windshield, "you know, it doesn't make you a nerd to go to the library all the time," I said.
"You sure? I've had girls tell me to my face that I'm a nerd," he stopped at a red light and turned his right blinker on to turn.
My head faced him and I looked at the side of his face, "I'm sure. Those girls are crazy for thinking that."
He laughed a little and turned the car down the street. I began to think he was in thought of I was kidding, but really I wasn't. I like guys who are different, like Zane for instance.
"It's quite cute, actually," I blurted out.
My head bounced forward and I covered my mouth with my hands, "really?" He asked with a smile.
My hands fell from my mouth and I giggled, okay with what I had said, even though I wasn't really planning on saying it, "really," I said looking at him again.
He looked back at me and then the road. It was at least 5 minutes until we reached the library. I remember the last time I was here, I was little and I was with my dad. I bit my lip and questioned if this was going to be okay. I tried to forget about the memory, since it was a horrible one anyway, because I just sat there with a blank stare, bored, as my dad read and read and read.
Zane and I stepped out of the car and headed up the steps to the front door of the library. He opened it for me and I walked inside. Beeing only 7 at the time with my dad, it looked ginormous inside, and strangely, it still did. I followed Zane to the back where there were couches to lounge on and slow quiet music playing. We sat down, and I realized our legs were touching. He didn't even move, which I found a surprise. Usually people move if our body is touching because of discomfort, but not this time.
"Well, this is better then hanging out at the group, because now we can get to know each other, right?" He asked smiling.
I smiled back and looked into his brown eyes. His black and blonde hair slightly covered his eyes, but it was okay. He blinked and I spoke, "right."
"So, what's your favorite color?" He laughed.
I giggled, "that's the most important thing to know in a friendship," I pointed out," and I guess it would have to be grey. Yours?"
He looked away and studied the area around us, probably looking for a color, "red-it would have to be red."
I giggled again,